A pair of rose buds made me think about “potential” a few days ago. Now that potential is coming to fruition.
The roses go from buds filled with potential to gloriously beautiful flowers just by existing, although I’m sure there’s more to it that behind the scenes in the operation of the Universe. For you and I, the potential’s a little harder to conver to glory and beauty.
If only it was as easy as the roses make it seem.