There was once this rosebush in this man’s yard. It was very full and covered with startling dark pink roses.

Then one day the man came outside with a large pair of shears. When the wind blew it seemed like the roses were all cowering in fear. Who was going to die today?

After a half an hour the massacre was over. All the victims laid in a heap in a wheelbarrow. All but one rose remained.

But this means that this one rose will get all the water and sun that the others would have gotten. This means it’ll get to be huge and beautiful.

But at what expense?

Because of this feat this man lost all the other roses. Now he had gained one giant beautiful one, but what happenes when that one dies? Then there will be nothing beautiful or remarkable on the plant. Just sharp painful thorns.