There are too many emotions to count in this world, there are the simple ones like happiness, sadness, anger and anxiousness. What about the ones we hide? The ones we don’t like to show or talk about because we’re too afraid of what people may think or say?
The little flower opened its petals and saw the sunlight, when all of a sudden, a storm cloud formed. It was still in its growing stage so it wasn’t strong enough to withstand the winds and heavy rain and it immediately broke down. Then a few weeks later, there had been some rain but it was lighter, more like a drizzle, and the little flower was able to grow. It spread its petals again and reached towards the sun and smiled. The little flower was then greeted by another flower who was brightly colored, perky and looked like she didn’t know what a “hard time” was. Not knowing why, she started to cry. She was confused and began to ask herself, “Why don’t I look like that?”
When the bright flower walked away, she fell down and suddenly became overcome by a feeling of defeat and sadness. It began to rain again and she broke down. Admittedly, it took her awhile to build herself up again, she still managed to grow tall, but was a little bent from all of the pouring rain. But, she was happy that she was finally almost as tall as the other flowers in the garden. So she smiled at all the other flowers, and they didn’t smile back.
She didn’t feel so good after that. She wanted to hide but she couldn’t let them see how much it hurt her so she just stayed there, silently. She knew what she was feeling wasn’t normal, all the sadness and breaking down. She wanted to talk to an adult flower because she was scared that if she opened up to someone her age, they might judge her. She remained shy and quiet, but all of her emotions piled up after months and months of staying quiet and holding in. Little by little her petals fell apart, she wished that people around her would ask her to talk, even assure her it’s okay to have these feelings but it’s also okay to talk about them.
A few years later, a new flower grew in the same spot, although this time there was no heavy rain, no bright flower that was better than her, but she still had her bad days. She realized how tall she had grown and how strong she was. In fact, she was the bright, strong, beautiful flower in the garden. She found it hard to believe but knew that this came with taking sometime to grow and not letting other flowers, herself or anything on planet Earth destroy her. All she needed was to vocalize how she felt, even if it was to herself, to always feel as confident as she did when smiling at those other flowers. She was appealing to her own eyes and that’s all who she cared about impressing.