You know what? I’m someone who buys flowers for herself. A lot. Just like I buy them for others. I absolutely love walking around with flowers in my hand. I love showing up places carrying flowers.
Sometimes, when I’m just feeling a little off, I open Maps, search for the nearest flower shop and run there.
And that’s exactly what I did today.
I discovered a new place and thought, I want to share this with you.
And maybe, while I’m at it, I’ll share the poem I wrote about florists a while ago.
I was sitting at my desk, trying to study.
Then I said to myself:
“I want flowers in front of me.”
Honestly, It was kind of a rough moment. I was struggling to focus, remembered something, missed something or someone — I don’t even know. I was just full of emotions..
Then I suddenly stood up and went,
“Okay, time to get flowers.” haha.
When was the last time you bought yourself flowers?
Anyway, I got up and ran to the flower shop.
Oh my god — it was so beautiful inside. A flower shop in Beverly Hills.
I walked through every corner, chatted with the person working there.
He said the flowers come from all over — Europe, Asia, even Thailand.
I told him,
“You must feel good all the time in here.”
He smiled.
“You’re right,” he said.
“We do.”
Then he carefully arranged the flowers I picked, and before handing them over, he said:
“Now you gotta wrap these like they’re a baby,” lol.
So of course, I did exactly that — and walked back home with my flowers in hand.
I cleaned the lovely, nostalgic vase my friend had, filled it with fresh water, and placed the flowers in. Then sat down at my desk, looked at them, and thought,
“Alright. Time to talk a little.”
Dear reader:
Please love yourself.
Hug your heart — all of it.
When you feel like crying, cry! Wipe your tears with your own hands.
Be your own best friend.
Don’t run from yourself.
Don’t lie to yourself.
Own every feeling, every thought, every moment.🌸
Stop judging.
Discover what you love.
Have the kind of energy that lets you run to the store just to get ice cream because you feel like it.
Do it for you.
Go pick some fruit at the market.
Take yourself out to eat your favorite food.
Sit by the sea.
Get ready to go for a run.
Read. Watch. Write. Paint. Whatever.
Whatever it is that will bring you joy in that moment — do it.
And sometimes, please, just step outside your comfort zone.
You might discover your soul while doing something completely new.
But hey — do this one little thing for me, haha
Go buy yourself some flowers. Just once. Try it.
And write about how it made you feel.
In fact, let’s start a little flower conversation together. 😀😅
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Now, I want to share my poem with you.
THE FLORIST
Like a florist standing at the stall for hours,
I wait —
A vendor who lays out their vibrant flowers
despite the chill of winter.
Tied the daisies into bunches,
Wrapped and adorned the daffodils,
Stayed loyal to the stand,
Even when the sky darkened.
Waiting, standing —
Offering colors to passing hearts.
You see,
I know which corner hosts which florist.
I know where they bloom,
Where they sprinkle peace with petals.
Despite all the chaos,
All the noise, the ugliness,
They keep showing their colors.
And deep inside me,
Emotions kiss the left side of my chest.
The desire to hold them all,
To own every flower —
Like florists who wait at their stalls for days,
My heart burns
To love that deeply,
To pour out poems of longing,
To say “I love you” with full intensity.
Each flower deserves a different sentence,
Each petal holds a word of its own.
So full —
Yet maybe not as lucky as the florist.
Because that old man’s flowers never run out,
No matter what time I walk by.
But I know —
If no one says it, let me say it for all:
I am here.
And I would buy every stall if I could.
Maybe then
I could pour all my poems into flowers.
But too many people pass my stand by.
The florist is lucky.
No one stops at mine.
