Description

Snowflakes remind me of people. From far away, they all look the same. Just tiny while flakes. Just another one in the crowd. But up close, each one is different. No two are ever exactly alike.

People are like that too. We think we’re ordinary, replaceable or easy to overlook. But every person carries a pattern no one else has, a story shaped by things no one else felt the same way.

And just like snowflakes, we’re fragile sometimes. We melt under pressure. We don’t always last in every season. But that doesn’t make us less beautiful. It just means we’re real.

Maybe the world feels more magical when we stop seeing the crowd and start noticing the details.