Because life is hard enough.
Everyone deserves something beautiful. I was never the girl who liked flowers.
I discovered I loved digging in the dirt instead, leaving the hidden seed behind.
Waiting a full, grueling season, wondering which plant and flower had survived the gray freeze of a long, biting winter.
Just like one hundred cycles before, the sun reappears. I wonder if the flowers will thrive long after I’m gone.
I do this for me, not money or fame. Just like the words I lovingly leave on the page.
To create, a little something magical.
Because everyone deserves a taste of beautiful.
Because life is hard at times.
Life is beautiful and hard enough.