The morning glory around laughed at it: "Don't dream! You are a morning glory in this life, and everything is doomed! "
This morning glory doesn't listen, but still prays devoutly every day. Finally, one day, God was impatient, and he pointed in the air: "All right! I promise you. Turn you into a rose and stay away from me! "
In an instant, this morning glory became the most beautiful and moving rose. It flutters in the wind, charming and happy.
That night, it was raining cats and dogs, and the wind was raging. The morning glory hid in the crack of the stone, but the rose was devastated.
The next morning, when the morning glory poked its head out from the crack in the stone, it was found that the whole garden was in a terrible state after the catastrophe, and the roses almost withered. Especially the rose that used to be morning glory, was shattered and dying.
Morning glory people gathered around this flower that used to be the same kind, and the voices of discussion kept coming and going: "Look, this is the result of not accepting fate! You don't want to be a morning glory, but ordinary has ordinary beauty, humility and safety. Why can't you be a happy morning glory with your own destiny? "
The dying rose responded feebly: "I have seen the world for a day with rose eyes, which is far better than the day when I was a morning glory."
Excerpt from Wake Up P 175