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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