As I gently tended to each rose, one by one, I couldn’t help but admire their beauty. Roses have always been my favorite flowers. To me, they are more than just blooms; they are symbols of elegance, uniqueness, and quiet strength. Lost in their allure, I accidentally pricked my finger on one of their sharp thorns. The sudden sting made me flinch and mutter an "ouch," but strangely, it didn’t sour the moment. In fact, it barely registered as a disruption.
Instead, this small accident gave me a deeper realization.