A Flower's Job Is To Bloom

My childhood included the social conditioning that surrounded me. I sought approval from my parents, teachers and other authority figures to survive. As I grew, I found that such approval was often dependent on conditions beyond my control, and that in any case it was never "enough". Like feeding a hungry ghost whose stomach has no bottom, there was always more approval needed (and the carrot moved daily), suffering for me. And then realization that like this body, "socialization", and the emotional "rewards" I felt I needed from recognition were all just inherited patterns from my ancestors, useful seeds and fertilizer for this life. And in the blossoming of that realization, all is well regardless of where I find myself.