Parable; Roses

Sitting by herself in a garden complete with grass and roses, is a little girl.
The air is filled with the sweet scent extruding from the blooming flowers.
Little rays of sun escape the gaps of the clouds, creating a subtle yet warm light.
With such a beautiful and peaceful surrounding,
Her eyes are only set on one thing; the roses.
The bright crimson red, the aromatic smell, all of it is...
The essence of beauty and perfection.
The little girl was so excited to be able to embrace such a sight,
Carelessly she attempts to pick the rose.
Unaware, the sharp, deadly thorns pierced her finger.
Small drops of blood fall to the ground,
Creating contrast with the grass.
Shocked, the little girl curses at the rose and questions why;
Why would something so beautiful hurt me?
Why can't i have you?
Why am i bleeding?
Why does it hurt?
Soon after, another little girl shows up.
Also blown away by the beauteous sight,
She also attempts to pick the rose.
Ignoring the little girl sobbing over her pain,
She manages to avoid the thorns without any struggle,
And delicately picks the rose.
The sulking little girl stands there astonished.
Eventually, hate and jealousy started to build up,
And she lashes out at the roses.
She swears to never touch or go near a rose ever again.
And the other little girl? Well, she can have all the roses in the world.
Of course jealousy will always be there and pain will always linger,
But there are other gardens to sit in,
And plenty of other flowers to pick...

Moral of the story, don't pursue what only brings you pain and sadness...