I believe.....

[Imorta Thaw]

A few weeks ago, I got three roses for a performance. One was red, the other white, and the last yellow. I put all three of them in a narrow throated vase with some water. The red one died after about two days, deprived of water. Its stem had been a little short, and because the vase had such a small opening, it had hung just above the water line. The white one died a little later, not sure when though. It disappeared without me noticing. The yellow one? It bloomed. It's golden pedals open under the light of our lamp. It's still there. Four weeks later. It looks fresh, if you don't look to closely. In actuality, it has dried up. It's like an Egyptian mummy, long dead and dry, but beautiful still.
I wondered about those three roses for the longest time. The red rose had every chance to become beautiful and romantic, but it didn’t do anything to add to those talents and died without reaching it’s full potential. The white rose’s fault was not doing anything to get noticed, though I’m not so sure that’s a bad thing. It was the yellow rose that intrigued me. It had attracted attention, graced our table with beauty for the longest time, yet at what price? Was being noticed worth it?

This episode forced me to think about my beliefs. After a while, I decided that talent alone does not make someone great, and whatever the circumstances, you should never put anything in front of your morals and beliefs.

[Imorta Thaw]

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[Imorta Thaw]

A few weeks ago, I got three roses for a performance. One was red, the other white, and the last yellow. I put all three of them in a narrow throated vase with some water. The red one died after about two days, deprived of water. Its stem had been a little short, and because the vase had such a small opening, it had hung just above the water line. The white one died a little later, not sure when though. It disappeared without me noticing. The yellow one? It bloomed. It's golden pedals open under the light of our lamp. It's still there. Four weeks later. It looks fresh, if you don't look to closely. In actuality, it has dried up. It's like an Egyptian mummy, long dead and dry, but beautiful still.
I wondered about the yellow rose for the longest time. It seemed so strange, giving up its life just to stay beautiful. For some reason, I could not wrap my mind around it.
Until I looked at that rose in a new light.
I realized that I was asking the wrong questions. Instead of saying, “Why did it stay in its died up limbo?” I should be asking, “Why didn’t it wilt?” These questions seem very similar, but the change of phrasing helped my mind settle on an answer: It hadn’t found a good reason to leave, and had been too lazy to do it ‘just because’.
It seemed that laziness in this case gave me four weeks of beauty on my table.
But in a strange way, it makes sense. Laziness in a person almost always means procrastination, and constantly doing things at the last minute means you get rather fast at them.
Even my math teacher agrees with me. She has always said that ‘laziness is the key to progress’. She was referring to those problems that have shortcuts, saying that it’s easier to just think up an easy way to do something instead of going at it head on. I have found this philosophy very helpful in my life outside of math classes.
But some things should never be rushed. Sleep, for example, and tests. So I guess, that I also believe in being thorough, not just lazy.