Rose and Daisies
In a beautiful garden, a delicate red rose thrived, always capturing the attention of pass‐ersby with its silk-like petals and bright, alluringcolor. So proud of its beauty, the rose often looked down on the other flowers.
Next to the rose bloomed a cluster of dai‐sies, featuring small, delicate flowers with pure white petals surrounding tender yellow stamens. They grew quietly, never seeking the spotlight. This made the rose scoff, “Just look at you—so plain and unimportant.” Compared to me, you are almost unnoticeable. I am the star of this gar‐den.”
One day, in a rush to go on vacation with his family, the host of the garden forgot to in‐struct the butler to take care of the plants before leaving. Without daily watering, the scorching summer sun beat down relentlessly, soon drying and cracking the soil. The rose, accustomed to its carefully maintained environment, began to wither within days; its petals drooped, and its once-straight stem gradually bowed under theweight of its despair.
In contrast, the daisies endured the harsh conditions with their tenacious vitality. Their deep roots allowed them to access moisture, and their small leaves effectively conserved what little water remained.
Upon returning from the holiday, the owner sighed at the sight of the withered roses. The daisies, while no longer as fresh and tender as before, still stood tall and had even managed to produce a few new blooms.
In that moment, the rose recognized its folly: “I believed my beauty and strength could withstand anything, but I failed to understand what true resilience is.”
“True resilience lies not in appearance, but in humility and adaptability,” replied the daisies.