The colored rose

Hai dear readers,

I have a new story to share with you.

This morning I was on my way to work and walked past a flower shop at the station. I saw all these beautiful colored flowers. One is even more beautiful than the other. What I saw there was a special rose. Look, here’s what he looks like.

Special, don’t you think? A rainbow colored rose. Now I’ve seen blue flowers and black flowers. But this one is completely new to me. My thoughts also stayed on those colors all the way to the office and that reminded me of a lot of things. I was reminded that this can’t be an original rose. I’ve never seen a rose like this in my life before. But because I saw it all from a distance, I couldn’t give a good judgment on it either. What I did think about was that this will probably be a made flower. A man-made rose.

My next thought was.. I have to show the kids this! Because as special as I found it, i’m sure that’s how they’ll find it. But on the way out I hadn’t stopped to take a picture yet. And as I walked, my thoughts went out to their reactions. How they might be impressed by the look, the beautiful colors. No matter how they would feel happy about seeing something so special. And how they’d like to have such a beautiful rose. The effect of the appearance of this flower went in all directions for me in my performance.

But what also kept me busy was the part that I could still take a different view on it. Yes I saw a particularly beautiful flower. But it also made me a little sad. Because its origin would most likely have been a white rose. And he would have been changed by a special technology, by special circumstances. But the origin is already very beautiful. But ok, that’s my opinion of course. The thoughts of how the rose would normally look reminded me that it is already very beautifully made. Was it necessary to change these? Does it really make this flower more beautiful now that it has adopted all kinds of colors?

Sometimes we do that to people. Then we make ourselves more colorful and adapt to our surroundings. As a result, we change color. And when we present ourselves to people who don’t have too much experience in filtering what’s real, the original. And what’s made. the colour. Then people can judge your personality that doesn’t suit your true self. If this rose had a perception as humans, it might think he is. So colored. While at the origin this flower was white.The origin is made as it should be. But people, circumstances, life can make us present in a certain way. Sometimes for the better because it then reinforces a plus in us. But sometimes that also brings with it changes. So that you adapt to what you’ve been through or what you’re accepted on by society.

Because if this flower in its originality is not accepted by the people as beautiful, does the florist still have income? Was he forced to make his flowers a little “more beautiful” according to the needs of man. Even if it requires change, manipulation. And would the flower live happily and healthy with that or is it only important for a few days/weeks. For the sake of pleasing people for the short duration. There’s one of those quotes that I don’t know who spoke it, but I like it:

“If you love a flower, leave it standing, because if you pick it, it dies and ceases to be what you love. So, if you like a flower, leave it alone. Love is not about owning. Love is about appreciation”

So the thoughts on how my kids might react to it. So it could be that when you’re young. That you think the rose has grown out of the ground like that. That we can now just buy and care for a bag of flower bulbs and have a nice corner of rainbow roses in the garden in a while. But it is then a mature person who will then have to explain the reality that they do not exist. They’re made like this.

At the end of the day I stopped by the flower shop to ask the florist if I could take a picture. And asked how these roses are made that way. The florist told me they’re about to be made in the factory. That they’re actually white. Now I understand that if you’re going to roll in a bowl of blue water, you’re going to come out blue. But it still mysterys me how each rose petal takes on a certain color. It remains a very beautiful story. All in all.. We can take many colors. We can wallow in anything that is beautiful for the society we live in. That which is accepted. And labeled as beautiful. But my opinion is that we are the most beautiful in the original version. Be your beautiful self!

“Let’s have Prosperity in Life”

LENORA | Lady Prosperity

Love

Lenora