🌹Be The Magical Rose🌹

The Thorn of Others:  The Rose Doesn’t Bend for the Unprepared Trigger warning: I'm unapologetic about sharing my perspective on this topic, as I'm tired of seeing entitlement programs abused by those who take advantage of the system,  only to have the nerve to come to me, begging for help, when I'm working hard and struggling to earn my own living without any assistance. Boundaries in a Blurred World In a time when boundaries are blurred and accountability is optional, the rose stands as a fierce teacher. Its beauty is undeniable, and so are its thorns. Those thorns aren’t there for decoration. They exist to protect, to warn, to say: “This far, no further.” We live in a society where entitlement has become a currency. People make reckless choices, indulge in luxuries, and then cry foul when the consequences arrive. The government shuts down, and suddenly it’s everyone else’s fault that their pantry is empty. But where was the foresight? Where was the discipline? Where w...

Redefining Strength: Lessons from the Rose There’s something breathtaking about a rose in full bloom. Its soft petals, layered beauty, and vibrant colors command attention and stir emotion. But what makes a rose truly inspiring is not just how it looks. It’s how it lives. A rose never clings to what is weak, faded, or draining. It lets go of damaged petals without hesitation. This natural shedding is not failure. It’s wisdom. By releasing what has run its course, the rose conserves energy for new growth, richer color, and deeper roots. That, right there, is strength. We are not so different. How often do we hold on to what drains us? How often do we cling to roles, people, places, or patterns that dull our shine? We carry outdated identities and emotional clutter out of guilt, fear, or habit. But if a rose can release what no longer nurtures it, so can we. Letting go is not weakness. It’s power. The rose teaches us something important: surrender is strength. Not surrender as in g...

Even Roses Retreat Sometimes When the world is harsh, when thorns surround you, the only choice is to fold in and protect yourself. That is what I had to do. That is why I disappeared for months. I was hiding, surviving, and waiting for the moment I could bloom again. Where Have I Been? The Disappearing Rose I haven’t posted in months because I’ve been fighting for my peace. For a long time, my world became smaller and darker, consumed by a neighborhood that tested every part of me.  A few years ago, I made a grave mistake. I moved to an area with more space and cheaper rent. On paper, it seemed like a good idea. In reality, it was a war zone disguised as a neighborhood. Chaos, confusion, and mayhem surrounded me from the moment I arrived and every year I stayed there. I watched people waste away under the weight of addiction and apathy. I learned what survival feels like when safety is never guaranteed. I learned how exhaustion seeps into the bones, how stress reshapes the bo...