This is the story of two flowers. Born in the same yard, both sharing identical weather conditions, and yet one always worried and one never did. The more beautiful of the two was forever concerned the weeds were going to steal all her food, the bugs were going to bite her beautiful leaves and that the morning frost would be too heavy for her pedals and they might snap off.
Her friend stood bravely in the same soil, surrounded by the same weeds and subjected to the same frost, and yet always smiled and laughed at the day. He would tell her how beautiful she was and didn’t the warm sun feel good?
She would ask him how to always see the sunny side of things, but he didn’t know what to say, except to just enjoy what we have and thank the butterflies for creating the momentary breeze with their wings.
But she couldn’t do it. Her bigger concern was the butterflies landing on her with their big convict shoes. “They never wipe their feet.” she grumbled.
He felt bad for not
being able to show her the world he enjoyed.
If only she could focus on the good things, the fun things, her world
would be so much brighter, but she seemed to almost be happy, almost content,
if only…
“If I could just get
them to wipe their feet before landing.”
2 comments:
Why is "she" the unhappy one and "he" is the happy one? Is there some hidden meaning there?
Yep - there are a lot of people like that - and I am sure we all go over to the 'dark side' every once in a while.
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