Flowers never rush their blooming. They open when the sun is kind, when the soil feels safe beneath them, when the world whispers — now.

They don’t force petals open overnight, and they never apologize for needing rain. They drink it in, knowing that growth requires both sunshine and storm.

If only we remembered that.

Like flowers, we need rest to rise. We need stillness to root ourselves, and patience to unfold into who we’re meant to be.