On a quiet afternoon, six flowers lay illustrated on a pale blue page, each one waiting patiently to be chosen. There was no rush and no right answer—only instinct. As people paused to look, they often felt drawn to one bloom without knowing why. That moment of choice wasn’t about flowers at all; it was about recognition. Something familiar surfaced when eyes lingered on soft petals or bold colors, as if a part of the self quietly said, this one feels like me.
Those who felt pulled toward the daisy often carried a gentle strength. Their lives weren’t loud, but they were steady, built on sincerity and small acts of kindness that rarely asked for attention. The rose spoke to those who felt deeply and lived with passion, people unafraid of intensity, loyalty, or emotional truth. The lily attracted calm, thoughtful souls—those who valued balance, clarity, and a quiet sense of purpose, even when life felt complicated.
