On this day, I want to share with you the Parable of the Rose.

A man who lived at the edge of the desert planted a young rose bush in his garden, which had never bloomed yet. For a long time he waited for it to finally bloom, but there were still no flowers. And then the gardener asked the rose bush, why doesn't it bloom?

- Why am I not blooming? the bush asked in surprise. - And why, in fact, should I bloom? Look around, nobody is blooming. These are the same, like me, camel thorn bushes, and none of them bloom.

“But you're not a thorn.

- How not a thorn ?! I am the same as them, and I have thorns, - answered the bush.

- No, you are a rose bush and should bloom, - the gardener did not calm down.

But no matter how much the person tried to convince the bush that it was a rose and should bloom, no matter how much he showed him an encyclopedia describing roses and camel thorns, pointing out their differences, nothing helped. The rose bush did not listen to him and continued to claim that he was a camel thorn, and thorns did not bloom.

The gardener no longer had the strength, patience and evidence to convince the stubborn sapling, and so he decided to buy another rose bush. Soon, another pet appeared in the garden.

- Here's another camel thorn, like me, - thought the old bush when the gardener planted a new one. - Now I will not be so bored, otherwise the other thorns are too far from me, there is not even anyone to talk to.

The new neighbors quickly became friends. They talked a lot, and soon the new bush realized that his neighbor for some reason considered himself a camel thorn. It was rather strange and ridiculous to hear such words, because he knew who they really were, but the newcomer did not argue and persuade his new friend.

Soon spring came, and then summer. And a new bush bloomed. The bush, which considered itself a camel thorn, was surprised, he did not expect this from ... from ... from a camel thorn like him. But the flower of his friend was so beautiful that the old bush gasped, and droplets of tears appeared on its shoots. At the sight of such beauty, his heart was filled with joy and peace. He was so imbued with beauty that he soon bloomed himself.

On Rose Day, I wish everyone that your path is filled with beautiful roses and remove all thorns from your life)