life lived well · stories

thorns blossoms leaves roots.

Everyone has thorns, blossoms, leaves and roots, but the story of how we live and move and breathe and grow is different. We all have a different story and no one is ever told the whole of another’s. We get bits and pieces of a story and sometimes it’s hard to understand. It’s easy to judge a person without knowing the whole story. It’s easy to point out a withered blossom or an ugly thorn. But then we miss the colorful blossoms and the green, healthy leaves and the strong, grounding roots. There’s always a redeeming quality somewhere if we look past the thorns and the withered blossoms.


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