However, the petals did not answer as she hoped. When the last petal of the daisy declared, “No, he doesn’t love you,” her eyes filled with tears. Did this poor daisy really know all the answers? Was the daisy’s answer correct? On the other hand, the answer was inevitable to begin with, because it was based on her first choice of whether to start with a “yes” or a “no.” The final result was based purely on that choice!
Sometimes, whatever your first choice was, the result will change somehow. For example, a wind might blow some petals off the daisy, or the child may skip an answer or become unexpectedly confused. Perhaps everything was just happening as it should, and some events were just part of this. Perhaps a strong wind would blow the petals off, scattering them here and there.
Life is based on making choices from the infinite possibilities, and sometimes you have to accept what is given to you, whether you like it or not! Life is a pure miracle, and choosing a single daisy in a garden full of them and asking it this most important question is part of it! Perhaps the daisy’s purpose was to answer a small girl’s question before dying in her small hands. Perhaps some of the daisies in the garden became a crown on her head of long hair. Nevertheless, some daisies never touched her hands or head, and they faded when the time came. All of this was what these daisies were supposed to experience. They did not have the right to rebel, because they did not have the ability to make choices.
The small girl picked another daisy from that infinite garden. She now knew the answer lay within it, so she made her choice: “Yes, he loves me!”
No wind blew, and nothing unexpected happened. The girl continued pulling the petals off: “Yes, No, Yes…” When the last petal answered, “Yes,” she screamed with joy, “Yes, he loves me!”
She learned she should always trust in her choices. Life was fair, and she always had the opportunity to make several choices. Someone somewhere protected her and wanted her to be always happy.
Happiness was always in her hands, at the tips of her tiny fingers.