desert bloom

In the middle of the desert, life struggles on. It pushes and fights to survive against all the odds. It fights the heat, the scorching touch of the sun, the lack of water and protection from the elements. In a place where nothing should be able to make it, some things thrive in spite of it all. In the middle of a wasteland, surrounded by nothing but dry cracked earth and rocks, under the ceaseless rays of light, a plant grows. It may not be as visually pleasing as a lush rainforest. It may not be as impressive as the great redwood forests. But it is stronger than they are, more determined. It shouldn't grow, shouldn't bloom, shouldn't exist. But it doesn't care, and struggles on. Like a flower growing through a crack in the pavement, it says "i know i shouldn't be here, but here i am, and here i shall stay." It may be out of place, and it may have the world against it, but it sets aside fear and simply is. It wants to live, so it does. What greater inspiration can there be?