...can LIFE be simpler?

Can our lives be just like a rose? Having strong petals surrounding the heart of the rose, it's simplicity captivates us all.
However,
Why does some just want to tear it apart, petal by petal to find out whether "he loves me or he loves me not"...
Some just need them to make a new scent for their room by making potpurri.
Some don't even appreciate when it's alive, only think of ways to dry it and hope to keep it longer.
Why can't we appreciate it when it is alive together with the thorns that come along with it?