Roses

 I was once prophesied over saying that I would be like a rose.

I didn't understand it at first, but then I realized that it's a metaphor.

Roses are beautiful to look at; they come in all sorts of sizes and colours. But one thing that makes the rose beautiful are the thorns.
The thorns protect the rose from most of the humans that would like to pick it up. People know that if you go to grab a rose, like you would a dandelion or a tulip, you would prick yourself with the thorn.

Now think about this:
Isn't it kinda the thorn's job to keep the rose beautiful, pure and untouched?


Thinking about this now... I don't know what to think. Because, well, roses, once their thorns are gone, wither.

So if my thorns were to be taken off, would they grow back?
Or would I be a thornless rose?
Or would I just wither?


Questions, questions, questions.


So here is a challenge:
Be a rose, whether it be in studies, in purity or anything that it could be applied to.
Keep those thorns because they keep you beautiful. 





(I hope this makes sense to you. It's late, and I had this on my mind.)

And just a quick fact: I love roses :)