I just thought that it's funny how we adore the beauty of blooming flowers and yet we often ignore where it came from. Much like the story of the Ugly Duckling, flowers undergo stages and the first stage is where it's nothing special. Often ignored, underestimated. Flowers are born to be beautiful but that first stage, most of them are ridiculed to be something ordinary. Most of the small flowers although already beautiful, fall from their stems when they're not yet ready to bloom fully. It's not that they're not deserving to bloom but sometimes the weather is just stronger than they are. Until they reach that point where they can stand-out, be themselves, and be differentiated. They might fall but they will rise again. Because the weather is not always that bad. Good vibes!