By: Neil Urian Secretaria Mabulay
(Originally written on November 2009)
A frail looking guy was walking on his way home and found a lonely flower standing tall in the middle of a noisy city. The guy stopped walking and stared at the flower with sad eyes. Couple of minutes later, a friend arrived. He stood next to the guy and said, “You look so sad what’s the matter?” The guy then answered him with deep sigh; “I’m okay, but take a look at this flower. Isn’t it lovely? But its petals are filled with dust which made it nasty and unattractive. Yet it grew tall.” His friend nodded and asked him, “Then what are you going to do with it?” The guy who looked very sad clinched his left hand, “I’m going to take it to a place where it can bloom beautifully like other flowers do. A lovely place called garden.” He said.
“But if you pull that flower from the ground it used to live, it will probably die.” replied the friend which was standing next to him. The guy then lifted his left hand; he tapped it to his friend’s right shoulder and answered him with a smile. “You may be right, but its part of this monochrome world. Someone might get hurt on the other one’s decisions, but the one making those decisions knows that hurting him would be better for him to grow up strong. That’s what we call love.”