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Dimitra Colovos

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I just want to be a sunflower. As their younger selves grow, they completely rely on the sun. All these young flowers know is sunshine; the good intentions and brightness each simple ray holds. They follow the sun as they mature and eventually no longer need to follow the path of the bright solar star as the flower creates its own path completely in the sun’s image. Even the petals of the flower are titled as rays. As the flower spent so much of it’s life following the sun, they mirror every positive aspect about the sun; as that is all there is to the sun. Brightness, happiness, joy, positivity. Their only purpose is to follow the radiant sun until it has studied every move of the star so the flower can become a botanical copy of the leader, giving off all the same energy. These young, growing flowers are so passionate, but about one aspect of life only. They’re so loyal to something with no signs of evil and chases it for the lack of needing anything else to make them feel complete. I wish I could be a sunflower, not in the sense of being non human, but instead hold the essence of the flower. Drawn to the only job they have, to hold happiness to such a high capacity themselves, they have to pass it on to whatever is around them, symbolize bright times, and draw people near. The sunflower is happiness condensed into the purest form, completely entrenched in carrying on the positive ways of life as the one that influenced the spirit the flower holds. I want to follow influencers that are positive for my soul and make the world a better place to be. No one should pick my petals singing, “he loves me, he loves me not”; for all I am is contained happiness with the sole purpose of passing it on to the people around me with no signs of uncertainty. You should strive to be a sunflower. I want to be a sunflower.


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