A flower is a weed seen through joyful eyes.
The virtue of anyone or anything is solely in our perspective.
See gold, and there is gold; see lead and there is lead.
If you see this thistle as a thorny nuisance, then it is a weed.
If you appreciate its bright pink bloom, then it is a flower.
It becomes what you name it.
The power is in your choice, your perspective, your speaking.
There is no truth.
There is only perception.
Judgements prevent us from seeing the good that lies beyond appearances.