Eventually, this young man seemed reluctant to notice his rose. He began to not care. The rose was never watered again every morning and evening. She let the grass disturb the growth of the rose. Its previously blossoming petal is now looking wistful. The leaves that grow in each stalk began to fall one by one. Finally, before it develops perfectly, the flower mingles and withers.
*** Human soul is just like the previous story. In every soul, there is always a 'rose' embedded. God who entrusted it to us to be cared for. It is God who puts that glory in each of our hearts. Like flowering gardens, indeed within our souls, there are also buds of roses and thorns that will break.
