The Dove and the Flower.

I found myself in a crossroad and by works of fate, I had in my hands a dove and a flower.

Which to choose? The dove flies very high as wanting to touch the sun. She can tell me about far away and distant places but her destiny will always be to fly. But the little flower may have thorns, may hurt my hands and my heart but I can understand that the flower will never leave me. The flowers do not fly, the flowers give perfume and color.

Between the dove and the flower. I chose the flower.