See the Rose

I want it and I want it now. Not later, not in a little while, but now. 

No, no. No, no, no. You must wait. Life is made up of waiting. That flower, you know that one on the side of the road? Yes, that one. See its petals? See the softness they contain? That softness only to be compared with that of the unblemished cheek of an infant? Do you see its intricacies, the many petals working together to form the flower? They are complex and intertwined, nestled together and held in by a stem that has waited long and hard to see the beauty at its end. It has roughed a long winter, one where the wind bullied it unceasingly, telling it that it would not survive. It has strained at the faintest ray of sun, hoping that it would begin to melt the frozen water all around. It almost despaired when the cold, the wind, and the ice seemed to consume it - but then there was Spring. The sun delighted to send its warmth to the earth, to the roots that had lost hope. Suddenly change dawned. Day by day the stem changed and a small bud appeared first tiny and green, but before long, the white of the petals appeared. The long wait of the winter was not spent in vain, no, no. The pure white petals emerged and daily they blossomed into something bigger and more beautiful then they were the day before. They waited until the time was right. They passed each day gradually changing, slowly becoming all that they were meant to be. You see, the rose is created in this way, simple though it may be, through times of darkness, times without hope, times spent waiting for the sun to come out and allow it to blossom. Can you now see? This small flower that sits on the side of the road, perhaps noticed by a passerby or two, waits. Yes, indeed, it waits. You are much more complex, much more beautiful than a rose. Yes, you might have to wait longer, but its worth it. The waiting, the work, the tears, and the pain will all be worth it. You'll see. Trust me.