"What does?" The Wind, as usual, was curious.
"Thorns and roses - they always co-exist."
"But their outer self is in such irony to the inner self."
The Sun gave the Wind a blank look.
Surmising the hint, the Wind chose to clarify further.
"Yesterday when I was blowing, I overheard the rose talking to itself. . ."
"I don't know why the hell people smile when they see me. I look so pathetic. All my life I simply exist being a sharp and pointed thing, good for nothing except hurting people. Or maybe they feel better about themselves after seeing my silly and ugly existence!"
The Wind sighed and continued. "I overheard the thorn too..."
"I don't know why people are afraid of me. Some even ask their children to maintain a safe distance from me whereas I think I am one of the most beautiful things ever created. My petals, my design, my color, my softness, my aura, my romance...where else would they get such an austere mix? And yet...still, I thank God for the way he made me and no matter what others think or do to me, I would rather prefer to remain happy forever as in the end there are so few things in this world which are as beautiful as I am."
"So", this time the Sun sighed, "the rose is unhappy for it assumed itself - probably looking at the thorn all its life - to be just a thorn and thus ignored the happiness that it deserved all these years. While on the other hand the thorn assumed itself to be a rose and thus enjoyed happiness ever since."
The Wind nodded.
"It always happens this way", the Sun said.
"What does?" asked the Wind.
"Happiness can definitely follow us wherever we go and whatever we do ... only if we know what we are and what actually we are looking at."
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