You might pick dandelion flowers to stop them from spreading their seeds in your garden. Or you might pick them as a bouquet to give or enjoy. Or you might pick them as a nutritious vegetable. The dandelions are all the same. The difference is in the one who plucks them.
How have you changed an event by changing how you looked at it?
I will choose THE dandelion. Once when my parents were visiting, and the afternoon wore on, rather suddenly, my Dad asked why didn’t we dig the dandelions that were growing in my yard. It was still early enough in the year that they appeared young and tender. Also suddenly, some of the neighborhood children showed up to visit. Suddenly, I thought of an assembly line: I would dig the dandelions, the children would carry them to my Mom; she would clean them; my Mom would also fry out the bacon, then take out the bacon, add an egg, flour and vinegar to make a dressing; my Dad, Mom and I would be the cooks, putting the greens into the bubbling sauce, wilting the greens for a short time, adding the bacon crumbles and then dusting with salt and pepper, and voila, a dish fit for anyone!