So, is the most precious flower the one from a magic 3,000-year-old bloom? The corpse flower? The $200,000 lab orchid? Nope. The most precious flower is the one that makes you stop scrolling. The one that makes you put your phone down and say, “Wow.”
It’s the one that finds you. Maybe that old woman in Madagascar gave me a flower that technically doesn’t exist. Maybe she was just messing with a tourist. But you know what? I still pressed it in a book, and it’s still there, twelve years later. I’d cry if I lost it.
So go ahead, buy yourself some cheap tulips from the grocery store. Give them water. Give them a name. (I call mine “Debt #1” and “Debt #2.”) And remember: the most precious flower in the world is the one you treat like it’s the only one left. Which, for you, at that exact moment—it is.
