Not everything is meant to become honey.

Sometimes you are the bee, resting in the petals simply because they are soft. 

Because they smell like sunlight.
Because you are tired.

We are taught to value only what produces, but the pollen is vital, too. 

Invisible work, nourishment without applause.

You do not have to transform every experience.
You do not have to justify every joy.

Let some moments be for no reason at all. 

Let them be enough, because you are.