Long ago, a young flower drowned slowly. Everyone on the land was crying -- blaming God, wishing they could save themselves from bad luck. But it never died, it stayed strong, believing in nature, it could only stay alive. Sometimes, the flower doubted it would need a land to settle. But when the land never came, it had to learn how to grow with water. Even if it was alone, as it dropped its own seeds in the world, it made the new land blossom from water. Maybe, that's the lotus, that's you.
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