Some flowers do not grow to be understood
I stopped walking for a moment when I saw it.
A small flower growing between rocks high up in the mountains,
moving slightly in the wind as if it belonged there completely.
No perfect conditions.
No soft garden around it.
Just enough space to exist.
And somehow, that stayed with me.
There are seasons in life where you become aware of how much energy goes into staying reachable.
Not physically.
Internally.
Keeping doors open a little too long.
Remaining emotionally available even when something inside has already stepped back quietly.
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The strange thing is how invisible this can become.
From the outside, everything still looks gentle.
Kind.
Present.
And yet, somewhere underneath, there is tension.
Not dramatic.
Just constant.
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I used to think closeness required endless capacity.
More understanding.
More patience.
More staying.
As if connection became more real the more of yourself you were willing to carry past your own limits.
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But the flower in the mountains did not stretch itself into something else to belong there.
It did not apologise for taking up space between stone and sky.
It simply existed in its own shape.
Unafraid of the wind.
Unafraid of being enough exactly there.
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I think some forms of self-trust arrive very quietly.
Not as a decision.
Not as a distance.
More like a soft ending to the habit of abandoning yourself in order to keep the connection alive.
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The mountains were completely still when I kept walking.
And for a moment, everything felt lighter than it used to.
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