There’s really nothing pretty about a parking lot.
It’s concrete and cracks.
It’s hard and gray.
But, occasionally you will find something growing through the cracks…
A dandelion.
There it is, beauty in the bleak.
A flower in the middle of frustration.
It’s art emerging from the asphalt.
Sometimes life feels like a parking lot.
It’s cold, hard and gray.
You feel like you are just parked, not going anywhere.
You are living with more pothole than purpose.
Stop, take a deep breath and look around.
Find the dandelion.
Grab the beauty in the midst of the bleak.
It’s there, it’s always there, growing where you least expect it.
Don’t miss it.
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