Within the past year, I have gone on dates with two different gentlemen (not simultaneously), one of whom bought me a bouquet of plastic, Dollar Store roses. The other one purchased a bouquet of genuine carnations. There are ups and downs of each. The fake flowers will last forever, the real ones have fragrance, the fake ones are roses, the real ones are mere carnations. (I’m not knocking the breed, but roses are generally considered the “best” flowers.) But I was thinking about the two sets of flora last night, and a parallel came to mind.
The fake roses will last forever, but they will forever be fake. They will never generate a fragrance, never be pollinated, never need any effort from me to sustain them, never do anything other than collect dust. The carnations, though they will die, will require nourishment until they do. They will, in the proper environment, allow for the production of new flowers. They will give off a pleasing odor and provide a temporary decoration.
Can you think of anything in your own life that these flowers might represent? Perhaps a friendship versus an acquaintance? One will take effort, one will not. One can produce continuing life, the other will simply be pretty and shallow. I challenge you today to try to find at least one thing that you can compare to each of these flowers and see which you prefer, the grand and fake, or the humble and real? Does our society leave much room anymore for the genuine articles that require us to go beyond the surface, or are we living in too fast-paced a world to worry about things that aren’t ready-made?
Just food for thought.