Resilience
They were resilient… until they weren’t
Originally published on Medium on the 15th of May 2025
https://medium.com/never-stop-writing/resilience-b327b6f51d52?sk=7330ab59d0be3857cc2f3f874a7a0d7a
On my patio, between the worn stairs and scattered stones, flowers are growing. The soil there is dry, bare, not the kind you’d expect anything to thrive in. And yet, here they are — small bursts of colour and life, quietly taking up space.
I didn’t plant them. Maybe someone did, before me. Maybe a seed fell, carried by wind or bird or time. Or maybe nature simply saw a crack, a moment, and took it.
That’s the thing about life. It doesn’t ask for perfect conditions. It doesn’t wait for permission. It looks for gaps — in the soil, silence, and brokenness — and it grows. Even the smallest opportunity is enough.
These flowers reminded me that resilience isn’t loud. It’s not always planned. Sometimes, it’s just the quiet persistence of life showing up where no one expected it.
Even in the most unlikely places, life insists on becoming.
But as it turns out, there’s one thing that nature didn’t count on:
My children.
Those flowers — tough enough for bad soil, strong enough to bloom between stones — were no match for tiny hands and curious hearts.
Resilient? Yes, they were; until they weren’t.