Don't try to conserve your love and don't count it. Don't be stingy: you can lose everything. And just the opposite: let your love bloom, share it, give it further and let it grow.

The great King had three sons, and he wanted to pick out one of them as a heir. It was quite difficult because all three were very smart and brave. And all were the same age (as they were  twins) so it was just impossible to solve. He consulted with the great sage, who gave him an idea. The king returned home and gave to each son a bag with flower seeds and told them that he should make a pilgrimage. It will take several years. And this is your challenge. These seeds are to be returned to me when I get back. And one, who will retain them the best, will be my heir.

And the King went to a pilgrimage. The first son decided to keep them in an iron safe.  When his father returns, they will be as they were. The second son thought to himself: "If I keep them as my brother does they will die. And the dead seeds are no seeds." He went to the shop, sold them and got the money. "When my father comes back I'll go to the store and buy new seeds. I will give them to the father even in a better condition than they were." The third son went to the garden and sowed the all seeds.

Three years later, when their father returned, the first son opened his box. His seeds were dead.

The father said: "What is it? These are not the seeds I gave to you. They should be able to bloom and give a wonderful aroma, and these seeds stink!" the son replied that they were the same seeds, but the father said: "You are a materialist."

The second son rushed to the store, bought new seeds, came home and gave them to his father. But the father said: "They are not the same. Your idea is closer, but still, you didn't make the right choice. You are a psychologist."

He went to the third son with a great hope and a fear at the same time: "What has he done?" The third son took his father to the garden. There were millions of flowers blooming around. And the son said: "These are the seeds that you gave to me. I will gather them and give them back to you." The father said: "You are my heir."

Those who conserve don't understand life, those who count will also lose. Just those who have the creative mind can understand it. That's the same with the beauty of flowers: it can not be conserved. Flowers symbolize love and love can not be conserved. It is not the coincidence that the flowers are the symbol of love in all times, in all countries and in all societies. Love is like flowers: if it blooms in you, you want to share it. And the more you give, the more it grows in you. If you continue to give soon you'll become an endless source of love.