A little seed is planted under dirt. He feels squeezed and lonely in dark. After a while, he shakes a little and tries to free himself. The dirt around him says to him, “what are you doing, little seed? You are small and helpless. We are so much bigger and heavier. Don’t mess around with us!” “I am trying to move up, and I do not belong here,” says little seed. “You are buried, little fool. Staying in dark and with us is your destiny!” “No, I was planted. Moving up is my destiny, I have the DNA that destines me to be something better” cries little seed. Ignoring dirt, the little seed presses on. One day he shakes off and comes out from dirt. Soon after, he blooms and bears fruit.
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