The flower in the windowsill is still a bud.
It still has a long, tiresome journey…
Some people around it can’t wait for it to bloom,
Some people don’t know how beautiful it will become when it blooms,
Some just don’t notice it,
Some people give it too much water so that it blooms faster, but it only makes the process of growth slower and more difficult,
Some people are too busy to water it regularly, so it manages with the little moisture from the water put last night.
It finally blooms and touches the beautiful sunlight with its soft tender petals,
Hardly daring to believe it actually made it.
And it knows that irrespective of different kinds of people around it, it bloomed.
Because all buds do.
Just the time taken by each bud is different.