slowly, but surely. from a seed, to something more. and how shall we define this more? how do we measure it? perhaps in kindness, in understanding, in love. maybe it's okay to just be an undefined species; something waiting to be explored, something waiting to unravel.
maybe not everyone can bloom as a flower & maybe the world doesn't need everyone to be a flower. maybe the world needs more grass, cactus, or more eucalyptus. maybe i am meant to be a pine tree. maybe blooming beautifully is never a requirement for living. we just need to grow.
here's to everyone who never feels like they fit in. i hope you can at least feel comfortable with your own presence because it's not really your fault. it's okay to take space, to feel awkward. you will find your people, you'll eventually be where you belong.