Time's judgement

The New Year resolutions were nice. I was going to learn to paint the flowers.  The bouquet in my vase looked impressively, so it was a pleasure to paint... The above overviews my life well enough, yet the artwork requests the concrete definition. So I looked at my flowers once again and a dustbin harbored the withered ones. Time's judgment was made. Was that the reply to my wish to learn to  paint the flowers?