Ephemeral Rhythms

silent bloom

silent bloom

a solitary flower in a world so wide,
growing alone, with time as her guide
in a vast garden that they call life,
she stays in a spot, avoiding the hype

seasons turn and people pass by,
others stretch up and reaching the sky.
some flowers fade, to the earth they go,
while the silent one remains, watching the show.

sometimes she feels like standing in place,
watching the garden world at a steady pace.
she wonders if she must grow or stay,
or to simply exist is just the best way.

in a quiet corner where peace is found,
in the small joys that come around,
the sun on her petals and the soft rain's kiss,
these simple moments bring the flower bliss.

growth isn't always loud or fast,
sometimes it's slow, and that's how it lasts.
tiny roots push deep in the earth,
waiting for its right time of birth.

the flower reaches for the sun so high,
still hoping to shine in the sky
she might not know what's coming next,
but maybe that's okay, as she reflects.

here's to those who feel shy and small,
in their own little corners, feeling the call
not every flower needs to stand tall,
to have a place, or to not even fall..

here's to finding light in your own space,
and being okay with your own pace.
trust you are where you're meant to be,
even in a quiet spot, wild and free.

so take care, you're doing just fine,
in your own little way, I know you will shine.
we are all just doing our very best.
and I think that's enough, it's okay to rest.

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"A solitary flower quietly growing in the vast garden they call life."

I watch the world around me shift and move--seasons come and go, people pass by, and the winds of change blow in every direction.

I see other flowers bloom brightly, stretching their petals wide toward the sun, while others quietly wither away, returning to the earth. And here I am, rooted in my small patch of soil, trying to make sense of it all.

Sometimes, it feels like I'm standing still, watching everything else move forward. It's a strange sensation, being stuck in one place while the world keeps turning. It makes me wonder if I'm missing something, if I'm supposed to be more, or do more.

But maybe it's okay to be just here, just me, just as I am. Not every flower needs to bloom loudly to have a place in the garden. Sometimes, it's enough to simply exist--to feel the sun on my petals, the rain on my leaves, and the earth beneath my roots.

In this stillness, I've come to realize that life isn't always about the big, bold moments. It's also about the small, quiet ones--the way the morning dew clings to my petals, or how the sunlight dances through the leaves above. It's in these simple, unnoticed moments that I find a bit of peace.

I think about growth a lot. We often think of growth as something grand and dramatic, like a flower blooming in full color. But I've come to learn that growth can be slow and unseen. It's in the tiny roots stretching deeper into the soil, in the quiet patience of waiting for the right season to come.

Sometimes, growth is just surviving the cold, the storms, and the days when it feels like the sun will never shine again.

And so, I reach for the sun, even on days when it feels impossibly far away. I don't always know where I'm going or if I'm even growing at all. But maybe that's okay. Maybe there's a kind of strength in simply trying, in hoping for a better season, in believing that one day, I'll find my own way to bloom.

Here's to all of us who feel like we're just quietly growing in our own little corners. To those who sometimes feel lost, unsure, or unseen. Not every flower needs to stand tall and bright to matter. We all have our place, our purpose, even if we don't always see it.

Here's to finding light in our own time, to being okay with where we are, and to trusting that we're exactly where we're meant to be, even if it's just a quiet corner of the garden.

Take care. The world can be overwhelming, but we're all just doing our best to grow, in our own ways, in our own time. And that, I think, is more than enough.

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[01:02am]

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