pretty petals

Went out for a walk this afternoon. Passed this flower and just loved the way it was resplendent among the other flora. It is beautifully itself. To be so wonderfully and utterly yourself, to be at the heart of the petals that make you who you are: the things you do, the things you like, the things you love, the things you hate. To become this thing that is yourself, no matter how much it frightens you. That would be a life lived.