"Thea, life is like this rose. Beautiful, colourful and vibrant! When it blooms, it brings a smile of joy to our faces. We wish that its beauty never fades away. We are desperate to touch it, smell it, and love it.
But we often forget that to hold a rose, the thorns are inescapable. No matter how much careful we act, we are bound to get pricked by one of those thorns. And yet we don't stop trying again until we have that rose.
Despite that drop of blood, the smile on our faces and the satisfaction in our hearts are more important. They make it all worth it! And when that rose is a gift for someone we love, it becomes precious!
In the same way, despite tears and heartbreaks, this life is worth it. And when this life comes to other's use, it becomes precious!"
Thea listened to her friend carefully with all her undivided attention trying to decipher the deep meaning of her words.
