The lotus flower has deep meaning for me.

It grows in the murkiest of water. Nasty, bubbling, depressing swamp water.

Once the warm sunlight penetrates, the petals blossom. It’s stem stands strong and firm as each petal extends to its fullest, most gorgeous bloom.

How can a creation live so beautifully in the darkest of places?

I envy the Lotus.

I hope I find beauty in such misery.



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