There was a Maori, Hawaiian, and Samoan. One day the Maori got news that there was a big earthquake coming so he yelled, “Gather everything we need and run to the top of the hill!”. So the Maori grabbed food, and ran to the top of the hill. Then the Hawaiian grabbed pillows and blankets and ran to the top of the hill. Well, the Samoan, he tore off the car door, and ran to the top of the hill.
When they got to the top of the hill the Maori looked at the Hawaiian and said, “Hey! Why’d you bring pillows and blankets?”, and the Hawaiian replied, “In case we get tired, we can sleep”. Then the Hawaiian said to the Maori,”Hey! Why’d you bring the food?”, and the Maori replied, “In case we get hungry, we can eat.” Then they both looked at the Samoan and said,”Hey! Why’d you bring the car door?”. And the Samoan looked at them and said,” In case we get hot, we can roll down the window!”
I was once nothing. I could have been a thin sheet of air but until now I don’t know where I’ve been before even God planted me within this earth. I was planted for a great amount of reason, an apprehension why I still live. This reason was built and is bound to be my greatest defense mechanism from failure and victory. People came by to water and aid me prior to build my foundation. In our creators panorama, I was the perfect piece of art. Every pieces of puzzle that lies beneath my personality is at place. Everything is amazingly placed at where they are supposed to be. Love was provided and as the source of my bountiful soil, I grew up strong and tall. It won’t take a decade for a flower to blossom. People will start to see it’s beauty and see through it’s flaws. A flower is concise for its beauty. Such beauty can cause patriotism for those who does not think beyond its purpose. I might not be the prettiest flower in the garden but the paramount of my existence is still undefined and I would prefer to be on the out look for my purpose within this messy garden. As a flower that does not stand out the most is not something I could really care about. I’m a reputable imperturbable flower, I gave out the candor essence that no one else can resist. I was meant to be the way I was suppose to be. And for this, I live. I live to see what I was suppose to be. I live for I want to embrace the life I got given. People will pass through me but would still notice my presence and be skeptical of the ambiance.
As a flower, I want to be admired and left alone. A glint of sight on my direction might not catch everybody’s attention, but someone has been attentive enough to see through my imperfections. Someone is brave enough to let my thorns impale through their skins and picked me instead of the most beautiful ones.
