Lately I've been thinking about how we sometimes miss out on the beauty that is right in front of our eyes. We get caught up with what we don't have, where we should be, or what we should be doing, and take for granted what we are experiencing. Sometimes, it takes those very circumstances in order for our purpose, our true essence, to burst forth. As ironic as it sounds, the symbolism of the concrete rose paints the picture that, instead of allowing our circumstances to stunt our growth we allow them to strengthen our resolve to bloom. So, as an ode to this yellow dress, I call this post the concrete sunflower.
See you in the next post!