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In one most ordinary garden, two roses were growing next to each other on the most ordinary pink rose bush. Just like in a fairy tale, they were most unusual roses. When they were still buds, they wondered about the meaning of life and their own purpose, in honor of which they were preparing to bloom in this world. However… only one of them was thinking about its purpose and the second one was simply prepared to come into the world. So, when the tender buds appeared on the rose bush, the rose bud that was seeking its destiny, asked the second bud:

"Why are we born? What is the sense in all of this? What is our purpose? What am I to do for this world?"

The second bud answered:

"What purpose? What are you talking about? You're just a flower! Relax, drink from the nourishing juices of the soil, open up your petals to the sun, and don't think about anything else! Look around… Look how many buds there are around here and none of them ask themselves such silly questions."

(I have to explain that these unique pink buds, communicated through extrasensory perception, or telepathy, if you wish, as a rose, of course, has no way of speaking, not even in a fairy tale).

However, the first rose bud didn't want to drop the subject. It was searching for its destiny. The idea to simply be born, and then for the rose petals to dry up and fall to the ground, filled it with despair.

The second bud just shook its head in disbelief:

"Don't fill your head with such matters. Accept life for what it is! You have no purpose! What purpose can a flower have?" The second bud laughed telepathically.

But the first bud would not let go. It was looking for an answer. It asked anything that flew by: birds, insects, and even wasted its time on a frivolous conversation with the wind.

Then one day, a butterfly sat down to rest on its unopened bud. Its colorful wings reflected bright colors in the sunlight. "Butterfly, what were you created for?" The bud asked, not expecting an answer.

"For beauty of course, simply for beauty," the butterfly suddenly replied then it fluttered away from the bud.

"For beauty? Of course, I'm here for my beauty!" The bud sighed with relief.

Realizing its destiny, the bud directed all of its efforts to become not only the most beautiful flower on the bush, but in the whole garden.

On a clear summer morning, when the first rays of the sun gently touched the ground, our bud turned into a flower! It was a magnificent flower, with petals of burning scarlet flame above an emerald green cup.

Drops of dew sparkled like diamonds in the velvety petals. Even an old well traveled beetle could not resist but sit down for a moment on a nearby flower (it was our second bud), and brushed away a tear from its eyes with one of its front paws, making sure beforehand that no one saw it.

A couple was strolling in the garden early on one particular morning. The young man, struck by the perfect beauty of the flower, carefully tore it off and gave it to his lover.

The second bud laughed maliciously as the girl fastened the magnificent flower in her hair.

Together, they were even more beautiful. The bright flower shining like fire against the girl's hair, which was as black as a crow's wing! "I have fulfilled my purpose," whispered the flower.

"You have wasted your life," said the second bud.

"What do you think?"

RS. On that day, the young man proposed to his sweetheart, offering her his hand and his heart.