I saw this flower while I was walking a few days ago…
Its brilliant color caught my eye but what held my attention was where it was growing: in a crack in the sidewalk next to a busy road.
I’ve always heard that a weed is a flower that happens to be growing in the wrong place. If we call this little plant a weed, then we want to pull it up and throw it away. If we call it a flower, we want to water it and watch it grow.
What we call this little plant matters; weed or flower — our words reveal our thoughts and therefore direct our actions.
Our words have power. Without realizing it, we might be sabotaging our contentment with our words. A habit of continue here