The Wheat and the Tares

The wheat could not grow without the tares

The roots would not go so deep

The sense of urgency would not be so felt

The bitter contrast would not make the grains so sweet

There could not be gratitude for the real fruit without the grief of the counterfeit poison

There is no good or bad, better or best. 

There just is experience

And choice

There is bitter, there is sweet

We must know both

There is no running away from either

Both exist

The one cannot be eradicated without destroying the other

There is nothing else except embracing the tares and the wheat, both

And choosing how we will respond when we know what they both are

But... because we know both, we actually have the gift of a choice