A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks:
" Aren't you tired of waiting?"
"Yes," answered the rose, "but if I close my petals, I will wither and die."
And yet, even when Love does not appear, we remain open to its presence. Sometimes, when
loneliness seems about to crush everything, the only way to resist is to keep on loving.
Manuscript Found in Accra- Paulo Coelho