Become a flower...

Does a flower worry about its own perfection? Or is it too busy existing? Creating each petal, pivoting towards the sun, opening to the rain? Each day, and enormous quantity of our finite energy is spent in endless doubt ("am I in the right place? Is it the right decision? Am I as "good" as other people?") and in useless struggle against reality (is only I was less tired, more creative, more disciplined, less fearful, etc).

What would happen if this energy served our flourishing? If suddenly, each moment, each thought, each breath honored our existence in the world exactly as it is, without any other reason for being than being? What would happen if tomorrow you became a flower, focused only on soaking in everything that nourishes your life, letting your unique beauty enrich the world without any effort on your part?