The Red Rose
As I reached home after an abysmal round at the Margalla Greens Golf Club, I was feeling defeated and drained. When I got out of my car, a dazzling red rose magnetically struck me. It was smiling at me in a welcoming gesture. It was at its full bloom as it turned completely towards the East, enjoying the rays of the winter sun. The stems were dancing to their own tunes under the rhythmic sunshine. I stopped in my step to appreciate the glory of the red rose. Earlier I had seen my gardener work diligently on these plants. Now his labor and sweat have flourished into florets and their blooms. Although the rose sits on the stem full of thorns, it smiles to cheer me up. Immediately, I had a great swing in my mood, better than the one I was waiting for at the golf course.
I had an epiphany that everything has a higher purpose of being, sometimes more than we can conceive. It can be disputed but I strongly felt the purpose of this particular rose was to stimulate me today. This beautiful piece of nature was trying to open my eyes to the fact that it was a beautiful morning. After all, I played golf on a very scenic course. I was in great company with decent golfers. A Ph.D. and a Brigadier General. They were both fine human beings and veteran sportsmen. We had a scrumptious breakfast, accompanied by lively jokes and prudent discussion. Only for a few bad golf shots, I was trying to cast aside every good thing about the day. Whereas I should have been grateful for so many wonderful things throughout the morning.
Why is it that we ignore our blessings and welcome the disdain in our lives? We disregard the beauty that surrounds us, the wisdom that enlightens us, and the inspiration that invites us. All because sometimes we are uptight and consumed by one tiny problem that we simply refuse to see anything else. May it be the relief of that very problem. There are many things like that rose in this world solely created to oblige its dwellers. We should utilize and appreciate them.
How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth!
In a pragmatic society that is driven by tests and trials, victories and losses, we easily get swollen by routine drawbacks. In friendly matches, it’s not important who wins. What matters most is to be there in the field, in the company of good people, being part of that great ambiance like a golf course. Even a worse round of golf provides some positivity and productivity. We can take defeat as a lesson and practice, walk, exercise, and chat. We also crack jokes, meet the cart girls, hear the bird chirpings, see a lot of green and life, and much more during a round. All we need is grateful nature, appreciative eyes, and open hearts. We can walk out of any match in life smiling like that red flower. No rose grows without thorns and no victory comes without loss.
“Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing. It is looking at the thorn and seeing the rose, looking at the night and seeing the day.
Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer