You are born as a whole.
Your parents water the pod in hopes to be around to smell the fragrance of your floral beauty.
Why is it then you think that the purpose of your growth is so another acknowledges your existence, your beauty.
Why is it that you pluck and prod this creation in order to secure a life that confirms that you are their type of “beautiful”.
How do you hand over the watering jug from hands that shed skins of eternal love to love you “hope” to be eternal.
Stop it, please.
You are born as a whole. you sprinkle life. Your parents knew from when they seeded you.