One day a person was going in a meeting with a suit on him and he suddenly saw a beautiful rose on his way. He thought of putting the Rose on his pocket. So he came near the rose and saw small thorns on it, he gave up the idea of putting it in his pocket.
His other Colleague passed near the rose. he was wise, so he plugged it and started removing the thorns from the rose but suddenly one thorn got into his skin. Again he gave up the idea and threw the rose away.
After a few minutes, another man passed and saw the rose. He picked it up and started removing thorns. Again one thorn got into his skin but he didn't give up and finally removed all thorns then he put the rose in his pocket but realized that he has problems with the stem and if he removes the stem the rose will be of no use. finally, he also gave up and threw it away.
After a while another man passed by that rose. He picked it up carefully, removed all other small thorns and when he put that into his pocket similarly he felt a little uncomfortable from the stem of it, but he also knew that he wanted the rose to be there on his pocket so he ignored the pain. And he left the rose there in his pocket. He knew that he loves the flower more than he hates the pain its causing. When he reached the meeting hall all people were looking at him in including those three men.
Edit:
I was not quite satisfied by the language I had used in this story quite some years ago. And I also wasn't sure if I agree with the "Lessons" of the story. I have edited the story to my best ability and have left the "lesson" of the story up to the reader.
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