It's like the calm before the storm.
Scientifically...poetically, when a cactus plant can no longer grow and thrive, it musters every last bit of moisture in its fibers to bloom its flowers. Only then is the plant exponentially more beautiful than it was with just its thorns. It is its last testament to life. Though it breathes it's last, it still reflects the beauty of life - living to it's fullest potential.
I want to be fulfilled.