By Soksambath Pichny,
I came across this painting of flowers when I started looking around my house for inspiration. I honestly have no idea when, where, or who I got it from. It somehow reminds me of my love for flowers. So, here I am…writing just about that.
I love flowers. I love seeing them in a bunch. I love seeing the clashes of differences. Different colors, different petals, different stems and leaves. Some have pink petals, some blue, some yellow and red. Many types of flowers always come to my mind whenever people ask me what’s my favorite. I think of daisies, roses, sunflowers, tulips, lilies, lotuses… Not one but many. I never know the answer. I think they’re all beautiful.
They complement each other very well when put together, but can also stand out on their own. They are also flawed. A rose has sharp thorns. A lily’s pollen leave stains. They grow from dirt, and yet they embrace their beauty gracefully.
I never wish for one flower to have a different color or shape. I never thought that a daisy should look like a rose. Or a sunflower would be more beautiful if it was smaller. But why does it come so easy with flowers and not with people? Why can’t I just think of people like flowers? Beautiful and unique in their own ways?
I am never judgmental towards flowers. But I sure am towards people, especially towards myself. I always think that I am full of flaws, and I always wish I was prettier. Many of my friends think and wish for the same thing. We all wish to be something we think is ‘pretty’… something that is not us. Just like how Sierra Burgess thinks that she’s a sunflower but wishes she was a rose. Nothing is ever… enough.
We forget that we are all unique. We forget that flaws are part of our character. It’s the flaws that make us who we are. They distinguish us from others. Just imagine if a sunflower actually looks like a rose, it would no longer be a sunflower! It would be called a rose! And that’s the same for every one of us. We are not ‘us’ anymore. We become someone else. I know that we will never be perfect. We are flawed. We are perfectly flawed. And what’s wrong with that? Because as we can learn from flowers, even the prettiest have flaws.
So, whatever kind of flower you are (a sunflower, a daisy, a rose…) just know that you’re unique in your own way!
Views expressed here are those of the author’s and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.