Original art and rewritten blog from 2013
“Is it hard to grow in this little pot?”
The girl asked gently, looking at the wildflower.
She had always imagined wildflowers dancing freely in open fields.
Part of her wondered if this one missed the breeze, the sun, the untamed soil of the forest.
She remembered how it came to be here…
The gentleman had found the wildflower during one of their stops.
He saw beauty in it—something worth bringing along for the journey.
And so, he picked it carefully, gave it a pot, and made sure it was never without care.
Since then, the flower had been protected, watered, and loved in its new home.
The wildflower didn’t speak.
But somehow, in its stillness, it told her everything she needed to know.
Its soft glow reached her heart.
Its stillness gave peace.
Its scent carried something new to her—a quiet joy.
It stood tall, not as a prisoner, but as one who had been chosen.
Grateful.
Proud.
Content.
The girl realized then—she thought the wildflower needed the forest to thrive.
But maybe, just maybe…
it only needed love.
Her concern turned into calm.
She smiled and whispered again, this time with a playful grin:
“You still have the world to see.
The soil hasn’t changed—only the view.
So bloom. Breathe.
Enjoy the adventure.”
Artwork Notice:
The digital artwork featured in this post is an original creation by Jonah Chipeco and is protected by copyright. Downloading, copying, or redistributing the images—whether for personal or commercial use—is strictly prohibited without prior written consent.
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