One Giant Metaphor

So, in my left hand I've got this seed that I found. And it's growing. Really beautifully.
But, in my right hand, I've got this flower that's taken over a year to blossom. I waited, and it worked.
I can't just throw one of them to the wind. I love them both equally.
I picked both of them, and I'm not sure what to do. There's no way, that, when push comes to shove, I can keep both flowers and put them in a vase together. One might go by before the other. One might stop growing. I can't chance that.
I can't let either of them go. On the left, I have this rare kind of seed, the kind I never see, but the kind that takes a lot of work to maintain. To cultivate. But it's coming along better than I've ever seen. On the right, I've got one of those flowers that goes by quickly, but comes back every year. But it's the most beautiful thing I've ever raised.
If I let the former grow, it could turn into something amazing, huge. But, if I let it grow, I can't give attention to that flower that comes back annually.
If I focus on the latter, there's absolutely no way that seed can survive.
So, for a while, I'm just going to raise both, until a hurricane comes through and rips them both apart, anyway.