Inside each is a wildflower, sprung from a seed carrying genetic codes planted by the love of two parents in the soil of the environment. Though some may resemble others in some way; whether they have the same number of petals, the same shade, or similar aspects such as thorns, each flower is unique, and lovely. Sometimes, one flower wants to be like another flower. It wants to forsake its own beauty to imitate the beauty of another. It even tries to grow nearer to that flower, but it just ends up getting trampled by the rush of people trying to get to the next flower. Trampled flowers all break down into their common base elements once they begin to decay. In their quest to be so much like ona another, they have become like all others, reduced beyond what common standards consider beauty into dirt.
Each flower has a life of its own. It cannot take on the life of another, but it can give up its own trying Better instead for each flower to respect the space of the other flowers, and the individuality. Each flower working together in concert creates the rich pasture of life through which we so love to stroll on idle Sunday afternoons.
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