There was one day, Azri went to a park alone. On his way, he saw a beautiful and stylish pinky flower, so he picked it for himself. Then, when he keep walking along the field, he saw another prettier flower.
However, he knew that prettier and better flower does not mean he has to pick it again. He knew that the best flower for him is defined by his own self. Hence, he continued his journey although he keep seeing another better flowers along his way after that.
"Because there will always be a better flower, but that does not mean it is better for us. It depends on us whether to stay with our original one, or to move on. And I choose to be loyal."
simple story, with deep meaning
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