Lotus of Life
The lotus flower’s story has a very humble beginning. In the bottom of a mucky, and muddy lake, where no hope for beauty resides, lays a seedling. Although the seed is surrounded by insects and all around dirty conditions; the seed remains strong and pushes things out of its path towards the light. The flower is only a small stem with a few leaves, but as it makes it’s way towards the surface the flower’s system grows larger with every moment. When the lotus finally breaks the surface, it blooms without a stain of filth on its petals, and through all the filth it endured the flower finally finds it’s light. This story is much like my own for many reasons. I started with roots in a nasty home. My home, neither as bright or nurturing as the others, was nevertheless where my story began. The dinners were not family oriented or full of chatter from the day's events. Instead dinners were as quiet as a graveyard. With only the occasional praise of the meal to be heard, I ate as quickly as possible to escape the awkward air. My relationship with my mother was not loving but distant. I didn’t have any funny stories about that “time we shopped until we dropped”, I had stories about “that time when my mother never came home”, but just as the lotus flower, I grew. During my years as a middle schooler, I tried to figure out who I really was. Friends was the first task on my list that I was able to cross out. Although by this time people had whole gangs of friends, I was very lucky to have the two that I was given. My two companions helped me in my journey of self finding. They introduced me to music and beliefs that helped me inch my way further to the surface of the lake that I call life. My progress, although slow, was still progress. Highschool is when I started to rapidly grow; It’s like my pedals were slowly unfolding with each year that passes by. I started to become more involved with school and sports. The final straw that made me break the surface was joining the Competitive Cheer team. Having another family for support really helped me find who I am. I had people who believed in me, and people who trusted me. It was the moment that changed my life for the better. The story of the lotus flower isn’t only my story, but the whole world is entitled to this story; from the bullied preschooler to the great doctor with a bad childhood. We don’t all start and end in the same place in life, but the way we reach towards the light is often the same. I don’t believe in destiny or fate, I believe in self empowerment, because every great story starts only when the author decides to write it. Without the author there is no story to inspire the youth, or delight the elderly. The story of the lotus flower is very similar to my own story, but what began the story was me, and without that I wouldn’t be here to tell my rollercoaster of a story that I hope will delight many, and empower all.
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