We may complain that there are cuttings in the rose garden or we may be happy to think that there are roses in the cuttings.
Life is like a rose. Some days it is beautiful and fragrant. And some days it is cut and painful. Love is the rose that blooms forever. Even a bullet silently speaks of love in a language that only the heart can understand.
The perfume is always on the hands of the one who is wearing roses. A cut protects her rose just by hurting those who want to steal the flower of this rose. Life is not a bed full of roses. It's completely problematic. These problems give us new experiences and new learning to move forward in life.