“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.” ~Abraham Lincoln
I was swinging under the maple tree the other day, admiring from afar my neighbor’s rose bushes. They wound around a trellis creating a stunning archway of pinkish red blossoms like a giant headdress. I was tempted to approach them and fill my nostrils with their unmistakable scent.
I saw only roses. From a distance, the thorns did not exist; their presence did not even occur to me. That is how I want to live my life.
In life, we often focus on the thorns, the difficulties, the problems. We talk about the prickly part of our day and what went wrong. It makes for a more sensational story which will hold the interest of our listener. But, like the prick of a thorn, we re-experience the negative emotions and feel the pain anew as we recount our tale of woe.
Can we instead count each blossom as a blessing and breathe in the scent of our joyous moments? Can we cultivate our garden of goodness tending to each blossom as we carefully work around the thorns of discord?
Dwell on the roses of your life and forsake the thorns. Count your blessings, not your woes.Filed under Uncategorized | Comments (5)