Excitement filled the seed as it burrowed its way out of the soil. When its leaves popped out of the surface, it welcomed the sun greeting it with a hello. All around the newly- turned shrub were fellow plants all bursting out of the brown, cool earth. The seed was happy to be alive.
The seed learned that the place was a garden and that they will all someday bear pretty flowers. Every day, the seed thanked the gardener for taking care of them. Whenever the gardener watered them, he kept whispering something the shrub did not understand. The seed anticipated the day that they will all bear flowers.
After a refreshing rain, the other plants put forth buds. These buds blossomed bursting and scattering colors of red. The shrub saw that its bud was white. It was the only one with a white bud. The shrub felt lost. Alone. The other flowers, red flowers, do not acknowledge its presence. Other flowers only remarked of its color, so the shrub felt sorry for itself for blossoming that way. It was sorry for its color cannot be red, but only dull, boring white.
The shrub refused to wave its petals high.
On a quiet, clear night, when all the other flowers were asleep the gardener approached its spot.
"Am I standing out too much? If I am, I don't like to anymore. Being too dull or too beautiful will not make sense for they do will not want me. Make me red, please." The shrub pleaded.
The gardener touched the bud and said, "Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you are born to stand out? You are made for other things."
"But them? Are they not made for greater things than I?" the shrub was in disbelief.
"All of you were meant for greater things."
"Then why are my fellow flowers all of the same color?"
"It was because they chose to. They were meant for great things like you but they chose not to follow that path."
"Am I really made for great things?"
"Yes, because I planted you."
Between the petals of the white bud fell a small drop of dew. As daybreak came, the white bud opened wide to reveal its white petals shining in the sunlight. The field slowly started to become a kaleidoscope of color.
BINABASA MO ANG
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