Not Everything (or Everyone) Needs to Be Admired by All to Have Value
I was all ready for my weekly doctor visit. I strolled downstairs, heading toward the main gate.
On the way, I absentmindedly plucked a flower from a wild bush that had grown near the gate in the front yard due to poor maintenance. These kinds of bushes often grow in the wilderness.
I usually fidget with something for a while and then forget about it. The whole journey, I spun the shaft of the flower and occasionally looked at it spinning between my fingers. The flower was the size of a tea bag and looked like a mini bamboo dragonfly toy. But this time, I kept holding it until I returned home.
This flower wasn’t special as a profitable commodity. Nobody buys it, and it’s never used on any occasion or festival. Mostly, children play with it—from what I’ve seen.
On my way back home, still spinning the flower between my fingers, a thought arose.
I asked myself in my head, *“Why isn’t this flower treated specially or held in the same regard as many other flowers are?”*
I didn’t have an answer. But at that moment, I strangely felt the same as that flower — maybe because we shared some similarities. Like being what people perceive us to be, naturally growing in the wild where no one takes care. It’s nothing special to anyone — but it was to me, and maybe to some kid who doesn’t have toys to play with.
I was feeling blue at that time, and self-deprecating thoughts kept coming in cycles.
Worthlessness was one of them. But it went away after this incident — because, like that flower, I could be worthless to everyone but special to somebody, for whom I am important.
And many things in life are like that.
I really felt blessed that day.
The flower wilted by midnight, but it had already served a great purpose.
