Irony. Struggling to find the words to explain how much I love this quote. And reading it just reminded me of this wildflower photo I took last year on a random summer afternoon.
This flower? It was along side a tan brick wall at a gas station, growing in the midst of ugly cracked pavement. I think it struggled just to be there.
But wildflowers don’t wait for invitations, make apologies for their struggles, or hide their colors.
They just grow. Out loud. With a quiet strength.
Struggling upward.
Relentlessly.
Because it’s their message to the world.