Let me tell
you a story:
A king went to his garden and
discovered that his trees, bushes and flowers were dying.
The Oak told him that was dying because it could not be as
tall as the Pine. Turning to the Pine, found it fallen
because could not give grapes as the Vine. And the Vine was
dying because could not blossom as the Rose. The Rose cried
because could not be as tall and solid as the Oak.
Then he found a plant, a
Strawberry, blossoming and fresher than ever. The king
do you grow so healthy in the mist of this withered and
do not know.
Perhaps it be because always I
supposed that when you planted me, you wanted strawberries.
If you would have wanted an Oak or a Rose, you had planted
them. At that time I said to myself:
will try to be Strawberry the best way I can."