The Meaning of a Blue Rose

The rose — a symbol of beauty, of passion. A focal point for countless love stories and prime catalyst for the promises of lovers.

But what if a rose could also be a symbol of ideals?

Over the centuries, different accounts have claimed that the blue rose existed. Travelers returning home would sometimes tell of azure blue roses budding in the gardens of kings and queens, wondrous.
Stories would speak of magicians performing miracles by creating such flowers, with hues impossible.

And perhaps they were impossible. The claims of those flowers were unverifiable.

But that did not matter. As the blue rose traveled from tale to tale and heart to heart, it would come take root in the minds of those longing for its unattainable beauty.

Through such mechanisms did the flower of myth come to symbolise dreams, and perhaps by extension — the hope for their fulfillment.

Are ideals not, in essence, hopeful dreams?

The flower of legend represents something we cannot have, for it did not exist in nature. Yet, have we not, as humans, always sought strongest what we were never meant to have?

We wanted to soar like birds and stand atop the tallest peaks. Our lust for wonder is our fascination with the magical, the legendary; and wonder, we find, always lies in what is impossible to reach.

However, this rejection of the impossible is what makes us human — and our humanity is proven further by the fact that we succeed.

Today, through dyeing and genetic modification, different kinds of blue roses do exist. Although centuries have passed, the image of the azure rose has lost none of its luster; on the contrary, precisely because it was not meant to exist, it has become a representation of our humanity, determination, and our unbending will to reach our dreams.

And so, Blue Rose Games have chosen it as our crest.

The rose — once as a cultural symbol of Bulgaria, our home; and twice, a reminder of how the greatest worth is always found beyond the reach of the horizon, where dreams bloom into azure blossoms.

“[…] Because life is too tragic in the absence of the sublime.”
— Dr. Jordan Peterson