A flower is not aware of its beauty. That is why she is happy when attention is given to her. Through us, she can know her beauty. If we see a rose and say: this is a rose, we will look at that flower through the prism of the ego, label it and catalog it in a certain pattern and endow it from the start with all the qualities and defects of roses. Likewise, we will compare it to all the roses we have encountered throughout our lives. But if we say: this is a flower called a rose, we will look at her with our soul, recognizing her uniqueness, allowing her to amaze us with her unprecedented petals, with her special scent, with the way the light falls…
A flower is not aware of her beauty. We give her the chance to observe her own beauty. We give her this power. If she is hidden in a corner and no one looks at her, her beauty withers unrecognized by anyone. She will wither sadly, because she never knew how beautiful she is. Now imagine that a man notices the flower and looks at her. The flower sees herself amazed in the eyes of that man and thinks: how beautiful I am! And he rejoices. They are both happy because they were able to bring joy to each other. Now let’s transplant that flower to a central path in a park. Thousands of people see her. Some see her as beautiful, others compare her to other roses on the alley and say that the rose next to her is more beautiful, and the tulip meadow on the next alley is clearly much brighter than this single rose. The flower is there, unique, in the center of attention. Important. Controversial. The same flower that would have withered away unknown in a corner if it had not been given importance.
Let’s extrapolate the reasoning to the current situation. What do you say, can we perceive that something, anything, has the importance we give it? That we start the snow ball from the top of the hill and that it depends on us how big this snow ball ends up being?