Overindulgence

The witty, short-stemmed flower rests amongst the rest; hidden, hidden in a deep array of variety. The others, roses and tulips and daisies, stand straight with confidence. Stand, flaunting their beautiful nature. The breeze from the south picks up and the flowers gracefully dance with the southern breeze. Their peaceful sway produces a melodious pattern and, one after the other, all flowers begin to excite. Yet, the short-stemmed flower seeks for protection from the neighboring plants. It begins to tremble as the breeze tickles its tiny stem and the tip of its leaves. The low confidence of the flower turns such a beauty in a wilting, helpless soul. Shame and belittlement overpowers the poor form of life.

Yet, the breeze picks up again and the air fills with glitter. The glitter that empowers the little flower and gives the flower hope. Hope to become something that no one else is or something that no one else can be. The glitter mixed wind weeds its way through the flowers and reaches the tiny, little figure. The plant straightens out and stands up straight. Straight enough so the crowd of flowers hoarding around are able to see him. The little flower whispers to the wind "Bring it!" and the glitter soon turns into little, white cotton flakes flying around the air. The witty flower has turned out to be the most astonishing miracle the others have seen. Miracle, yes, because overcoming oneself is the biggest priority of all.

To live for yourself and not care for others, that's the main lesson of life. Let miracles take place where you want them to, not where others perceive them to be.