I have always empathised with the hidden emotions that occur during the growth process of seeds becoming plants. Searches, struggles, doubts, compromises, acceptance, growths, blossoms it feels like the process of soul-searching. 

At first, one has little confidence in oneself and the surrounding thoughts pour out of the head, to be tested again and again. After some searching, feelings accumulate, before being taken apart, only to be rebuilt, with scars bearing witness to the past. Eventually, it flowers blossom, spreading the layers of a petal to unveil one’s personal stories. After many tears and laughter, what started as a thin and vulnerable, has blossomed into a ray of charm.