THE SMILE OF GOODWILL
A THOUSAND rose petals were being boiled in a seething, bubbling
cauldron in the process of being distilled into rose water or rose
oil. A million more rose petals lay plucked and scattered to be
turned into rose condiment. A withness to this painful sight could
not help exclaiming, “You are the beauty of the earth at its best.
In the delicate fragrance of your colourful petals one can see the
very smile of the earth. It grieves my heart to see your plight.”
Even in their agony, the flowers gently smiled: ‘True, we are in a
sorry plight, but we are not alone in this. It is the common lot of
all men of goodwill. People cannot bear to see those who flourish,
people have sympathy for those who weep in sorrow or in pain and
will promptly hold out a helping hand to them. But they strive to
sink with their envy those who are afloat on the tide of prosperity.
“Man does not realise that whether he boils or plucks us, we do not
die. We live on through our fragrance, our tender delicacy. The
smile of goodwill that we give to the world as flowers will persist
through our fragrance in a new form.”