Something to think about

I ask myself
Whether I want to be as open as a rose,fresh and fragrant or to be hard and cold,like a rock
for weathers all that comes.
For an open rose is thrown into a weathering storm,torn and shredded it will be.While a rock can be hit by lightning,rolled by thunder, blown by wind, and poured upon,yet it dries and seems to be unharmed.
Some say you can't be charmed?While others are only harmed.
For I do not know any answers,I only have the questions in my mind those of which swirl like the sand in the middle of the Desert.
For I do not know which one I favor The Rose or the Rock.