You don't own. You witness

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One fine morning, Siya stepped into a garden bursting with roses. The air was fragrant, and the sight of hundreds of blooming flowers felt like heaven itself. Captivated by their beauty, she decided to bring a small rose sapling home.

She planted it carefully in her balcony, decorated the pot, and tended to it daily. Whenever guests came over, she would proudly say:

“Look, this is my rose plant. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Days passed, and soon delicate roses bloomed. Siya’s joy knew no bounds. Smiling with pride, she would repeat, “I grew this plant, I decorated it, look how beautiful it has become.”

One day, her little son came near the plant. Excitedly, Siya pointed and said,
“Look, dear, isn’t this flower placed so perfectly?”

Her son gently picked a rose, smelled it, and replied,
“Yes, Mom… the rose is beautiful. And it smells like heaven.”

Dear Readers,

Through this simple story lies a profound reminder:

We cannot truly own what belongs to nature. We can only witness it.The moment we begin to cling, to label, to possess—misery quietly slips in.

Think about it. We often say:
“My wife, my children, my car, my house, my career…”

And with that sense of ownership comes pressure—the need to make it perfect, the fear of losing it, the burden of showing it to society.

But the truth is: no person, no place, no thing is ever “mine.”
Not our children, not our partner, not even a little rose plant.

They carry their uniqueness not because we bought, raised, or decorated them, but because the Divine created them that way.

It is not “my rose plant.”
It is simply “the rose plant.”

The Essence of Witnessing

When we let go of ownership and instead choose to witness, we open ourselves to life’s essence.
We see beauty without clinging, love without control, and relationships without fear.

Ownership narrows our vision.
Witnessing expands our consciousness.

And only in that expansion do we taste the real fragrance of life.

Reflection for You

Pause today and ask yourself:
Am I trying to own this moment, this person, this thing?
Or am I simply witnessing the beauty of it?

Because the rose was never ours to begin with.
It was always a gift from the Divine.

Today, choose to witness—let life’s fragrance unfold without needing to be owned.

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