"I'm feeling in between. I don't know what I think I mean. But I'm not going to waste time worrying over the chinks in my chain, or the buzzing in my brain. I am calm but elated, thoughtful but creative, and leading with my native language to ease the anguish I've unearthed from a grave dug long ago for me. Blissfully and maniacally aware of the tops of the trees, the birds and the bees. And every other shiny thing that no one bothers to see. I wonder how many people cry over the sight of a Dandelion determined to grow through the cracks in the concrete of this busy parking lot, amongst tires and shuffling feet. With all the strength it takes to survive each sunrise. And success is not accolades, or approval, or even being noticed. The Dandelion only knows that it is here now, thriving despite being miles from her kind. No example to live by. She is just being, and becoming. Her joy is only for her. Some call her a weed, and have no regard, no stature among the lilacs and roses. No one is buying a dozen dandelions to take home to their loved one. But that is not the box she places her heart into. She is content and confident. The world could crumble around her. But she knows she is enough with nothing. No one will ever know her story but her. The universe has placed her here, and she is alive. Free and wild, something you cannot buy. That is enough."
Lzzy Hale, 16 март' 2025, Instagram (link)
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