I saw one of the most beautiful videos today.
It was of a flower on one side of a driveway that was slowly dying in unlivable conditions. The flower called to the rest of its flower family, telling them to come as it planned to make its way to the other side of the driveway, which was lush and flourishing.
The other flowers refused to come and instantly withered away. So this remaining flower gathered its strength to uproot itself and began the journey across the driveway. The pavement was scorching and started to burn the flower as it struggled to run across to the other side.
The flower was burning and quickly began to lose strength and the ability to complete its journey. It didn’t reach the lush grass. It died just before, and with its last movement, released all its seeds for repollination.
At that very moment, the wind blew and carried the seeds to the grass that was ready to receive them. The sprinklers came on, and soon after, beautiful new flowers blossomed and lived fully.
The video was about breaking the cycle of generational trauma, and it hit harder than I expected. Tears instantly welled up and then streamed down my face.
I feel like that flower. The one that didn’t make it to its new home, but gave life to the flowers that were to follow.
The sun’s rays were so damaging to that once beautiful bloom. It became unrecognisable but still paved the way for new life to grow.
This is what courage looks like: not the guarantee of our own survival, but the fierce determination to plant seeds in better soil, even when we know we may not live to see them bloom.
The flower’s sacrifice wasn’t tragic—it was transformative.
Sometimes the greatest act of love is becoming the bridge others can cross to reach the life we always dreamed of but could never quite touch ourselves.
Video by @healdotme – thank you for creating something that helped me see my own story more clearly.
