It starts its life in the darkness; drowned beneath the water and buried in mud. But it rises up, using these same things as its nourishment. Then it emerges into the fresh air and sunshine, where it blossoms and blooms.
It expresses itself fully and honestly and thus becomes a thing of beauty.
It radiates its beauty in a way that touches all who see it.
We look at the lotus and marvel at its beauty. We admire it, but give little or no thought to its beginnings or to the obstacles it would have faced before it could emerge to greet us.
What can we learn from the lotus? What does it teach us?
Maybe that our pain and suffering; our trials and tribulations and our wounds and scars are nothing compared to what we could become.
Maybe that our past need not define us or limit the future that we can create for ourselves – that it is not where we begin but where we end up that matters.
Maybe that the very things that challenged us are what helped us to grow and that we owe our strength and beauty to these things.
Or maybe that despite our humble beginnings and feelings of unworthiness, when we learn to express our true selves and do so honestly, we too can radiate a beauty that touches all who come into contact with us.