Nothing's permanent. Either the flower wilts on its own or it stains someone's hands. I don't really advise squeezing flowers... but between looking at beautiful things and feeling beautiful things, I'd rather feel them. I think, everything we go through, everything we touch, stains us a little. And sometimes we take something beautiful, and hold onto it really tight, and it leaves behind a lot more stain, a 'mess'. But life is messy as it is, and if you go on avoiding touching anything, avoiding ruining anything or making a mess of anything, you're missing out on a lot of color, a lot of texture.