There is a rose bushel in the garden outside my house. This morning, I am getting ready for my daily walk. While I am trying to put on my shoes, I notice a small rose bud coming out of it. It is a grafted breed, a combination of yellow and red. The tiny petals sneak out of the bud with a smile of hope. The next day, I am off for the routine runs again, and I notice, this time, the bud has sprouted open. More petals are visible now, and the distinct shades of red and yellow are visible. This flower is going to bloom into something beautiful. Day-3, now I am super excited and waiting for the morning, to see how it evolved overnight. All through the process, I find, it is so "not-struggling". There is a 'flow' in the pattern. The change is not a forceful one, yet, it is remarkably quick. Day-4, and the rose bud is now fully blossomed into a beautiful flower. The bud walked through the nature's resistance yet, nothing was ever visible. Now, the rose smel...
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