I should like to think of myself as usually an even tempered person. I don’t get angry often, but boy when I do, my Scorpio temper is like napalm, leaving devastation in my wrath. I am a very patient person and can tolerate a lot, up to a certain boiling point.
I am having a bit of a rough day with family drama going on, but as I look across my living room and see my beautiful roses, my anger subsides a bit. I realize that people are not so unlike roses. Like roses, some people are the rose, and some are the thorns. I just happen to be dealing with a thorn pricking me today. Life is also like a rose. It has its thorns, but it also has beauty in it like a rose.