A flower blooms every morning. It starts out curled up asleep, but the light appears and it opens up to start its day. It may be the first time, or the last time, or somewhere in-between, but it blooms just the same.
Nobody may notice it at all; it might be in a field of millions of other flowers, and nobody sees just one. It may be alone in a place you would not expect to find a flower, but it blooms just the same, for the same reasons as all the other flowers.
It may get rained on, or a cold spell may cause it to droop. It springs right back up again and keeps being what it is. A vehicle may run over it and flatten it, or an animal may relieve itself on it. It blooms just the same.
A flower doesn’t put on extreme makeup or clothes; it stays true to itself, and it looks just fine the way it is. Nobody judges its color, its petals or how tall or short or big or small it is. It still blooms.
When you get up in the morning, remember that flower. Open up to the start of a new day. Don’t worry if nobody notices you; you have a purpose, and that purpose matters. Do it as you would any other day.
If you get rained on, don’t worry; you’ll dry off. If it’s cold, you’ll warm up.
If somebody tries to put you down, spring right back up. They don’t know anything about you, but you do. You are a flower, and every day you are part of something special. Go ahead and bloom.
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