"I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget."

In this vast garden of existence, where every soul strives to be noticed, where every breath yearns for recognition, I have decided to be more. I have decided to resist the urge to be plucked too soon and placed in an idle vase, admired for my external allure, only to fade and perish, a forgotten specimen of transient beauty. No, I will not succumb to that fate.

My roots dig deep within the soil of self-awareness, firmly grounded in the realization that my worth extends far beyond the pigment of my petals. In this determination, I grow wild, unyielding to the whims of societal expectations. Like a rare orchid, I refuse to bloom merely to be picked, I demand to be witnessed...