All my life I have tried to be a tree.
I wanted to stand on my own. I wanted to be tall and strong. I wanted to shelter others.
But I am not a tree. I am a vine.
I reach out toward enlightenment.
I cling to things that I love.
I grow in all directions, not just up.
I get attached to things.
I am not independent. I am interdependent.
I must embrace my vine-ness.
I cannot be a tree, you see.
Flow
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Thanks Eliza
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Well said!
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At my age I should be figuring things out…finally. Thanks friend.
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Better to be a vine than a tree. A vine doesn’t blow over and die in a strong wind. It clings and lives.
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