Why does a tree grow?
Seriously, what motivates it to keep going?
When the wind blows, when a branch falls, what keeps it from giving up? From simply not growing anymore.
Have you ever seen a plant that just decided to stop? I haven't. Only when it takes its last breath of life does growth stop, but till then, there will always be new sprouts and stretching limbs.
Don't you get tired tree?
Don't you grow frustrated with obstacles? Don't you cry when you get hurt?
When lovers come and cut your skin with knives. Claiming it's a symbol of love. Does that make you angry? Does that make you sad?
When the tree next to you has fuller branches, when it seems to curve and twist just right. Does that make you jealous? Tell me tree, have you ever felt ugly?
Because no matter what, you still grow. You reach your arms to the sky. To the sun. You soak up every drop of water. You soak up every ray. And turn into growth, turn it into energy. You make something out of nothing. Day in and day out.
But why? What are you reaching for tree?
Do you long to to play with the clouds? Do you yearn for the company of the sun? Is it heaven that you reach for?
How has a tree masted the skill of continual self growth, when so many humans give up?
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