If I were the dandelion, and life the wind...where would those uprooted parts of me fly to? I'd like to say somewhere fresh and green, where I could prosper. How knows how far the wind would take me.
I know I would be scared. To fly where life wants you fly. It's so unsure. It's so scary to leave yourself open to chance. I would try to fight the uncertainty, but as a flower, delicate and still unknown on this Earth, you go where you seed happens to fly.
I admire those brave enough to wander.
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