There are 2 plant seeds stranded on fertile field.
The first seed says, βI want to grow big. I want to set my roots deep in this land, and stretch out my shoots on the harshness of this soil. I want to spread out all my shoots, to convey spring greetings. I want to feel the warmth of the sun, and the softness of the morning dew on the tops of my leaves.β And the seed grew, looming more.
The second seed murmured. βIβm scared. If I plant my roots into this soil, I donβt know what I will find down there. Isnβt it very dark there? And if I push my shoots up, wonβt the beauty of my buds be lost? This sprout of mine will definitely be torn apart. What will happen if my buds open, and the snails try to eat them? And surely, if I grow up and bloom, all the little kids will try to pull me out of the ground. No, it would be better if I waited until everything was safe.β And the seed waited, in solitude.
Some time later, a chicken scavenged the land, found the second seed, and swallow it immediately.
Indeed, there is always a choice in life. There are always plays that we have to go through. Often, however, we are in our own pessimistic, horror, doubts, and self-created anxiety. We are often lulled by reasons for not wanting to take a step, not wanting to face life. Since life is a choice, then face it bravely. And since life is a choice, choose wisely.
