Certain events may have changed our lives in ways that make us crave the 'good ol' days', but let us remember that good can still come out of what was once considered bad. The brokenness that looks like a curse can evolve into a fountain of beauty--if seen as a seed for transformation.

This poem is another reminder to stay true to who we are. All the good we desire will come if we continue to let ourselves grow in our own place and at our own pace.