Happy Flower
I am not a rose. I am a sunflower. Not a lover's first choice, not even the florist's. I'm inexpensive and still not in demand. You will not find me in vases beside bottles of champagne in expensive restaurants; you will also not find me at funerals on graves.
Look for me in the summer fields while chasing the cool breeze, look for me in the hands of a child laughing, look for me in the hands of a person whose willing to gift joy...
Most might not pick me up amongst roses, orchids or lilies.
And there's absolutely nothing wrong in liking things and people that look nice, smell beautiful or of which the crowd approves.
What's wrong is when one tries so hard to become a rose that one forgets that she/he is a sunflower.
And I know people who'd choose a sunflower without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat.
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