The flower that never bloomed

It stood in a glass, thin, green, with a small bud that never opened. No one knew what this flower would be like when it blossomed. And he himself, it seemed, didn’t know either.

He just stood by the window. Sometimes he slightly reached out to the light. Sometimes he froze, as if listening to the silence.

No one touched him. They didn't put him in a vase with others, didn't move him, didn't trim him. He was on his own. Just the way he was.

Several days passed - and it did not change. It did not wither. But it did not open either. It remained a bud.

And suddenly it turned out that this is also normal . That it is not necessary to become "blooming". It is not necessary to show yourself, to reach out, to open up.

Sometimes it’s enough to just be. To be close. To be within yourself. To be unopened – and no less alive for that.

Not all flowers are for celebration. Some are for silence.