The Rose Garden
Posted by sellout
A garden full of nothing but beautiful roses.
All of them meticulously grown and cared for but yet all of them are different.
Red. White. Yellow. Even some new cross-pollinated ones like purple and orange.
A man of high social status enters that garden, and decides on a rose who’s beauty most appeals to him and purchases it. He goes on and tells everyone that only roses like the one he bought are of any value… and many will come to buy those types of roses thinking they are getting the best. The price may increase due to demand.
Another man enters into that garden, and after roaming around and looking at it all, decides on one rose that is appealing to him, his likes, his personality. He promptly spends what little he has and purchases that rose and is ultimately happy with his choice and the time he spent making it.
If one goes and makes a choice, based on it’s appeal to someone else, then he has been bitterly robbed. Denied of the best by letting someone else he respects decide beauty and value for him; Forever denied the satisfaction and art of a personal choice.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No one decides if someone is beautiful, or worthy, or important… to you.
Everyone is beautiful and important to someone. Some people have a harder time finding that someone than others, but there is also art in patience.
The first mans rose, and the second mans rose will both wither and fade.
The first man will be confused, frustrated and bitter… having lost the precious popular beauty he sought.
The second man will relish the memory of his choice.