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to you
What is Your Current Form of Life?
A LETTER I ONCE SENT TO MY SISTER, NOW SHARED WITH YOU
IT CARRIES THE SAME THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS, PASSED FROM ONE PERSON TO ANOTHER
to you
What is Your Current Form of Life?
I found myself drawing trees today.
My mind was a bit noisy, and I needed to put the thoughts somewhere.
As I drew, I realized that we usually only call the first or second sketches 'trees.' But does that mean the other five aren't trees? No. They all are. Our lives are the same. Even if the shape is different, even if it feels unfamiliar or a bit exotic - it’s still a life. Just as every one of those drawings is still a tree.
I think we change our forms because of the choices we make, or the things that just... happen. We transform to survive, we adapt, and then we bloom. We settle in, then the wind blows and we scatter our seeds to take root somewhere new. I’m currently caught up in this idea - that this entire cycle is what life actually is.
So, maybe we can stop worrying so much. Whether we end up as a broadleaf or a needle-leaf tree doesn't really matter. Let’s set aside the useless anxieties and focus on the moments that actually make us feel alive: the 1:00 PM sunlight, the breeze that cuts through the humidity, the warmth of the damp soil the day after a heavy rain.
Wouldn't we be a little happier if we lived there instead?
I want you to listen to what your heart is whispering. Make the decisions you believe in, right now. If the place you’re standing in stops talking to you, close your eyes and think of the place that does. Start the conversation there.
I hope that you - a seed currently drifting through the air - find your way to a warm, soft patch of earth. It might look different than you imagined it would. But if it does, just listen to your heart again.
It’s not as complicated as we make it out to be.
see you soon, xx
I miss you, xx
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So, maybe we can stop worrying so much. Whether we end up as a broadleaf or a needle-leaf tree doesn't really matter. Let’s set aside the useless anxieties and focus on the moments that actually make us feel alive: the 1:00 PM sunlight, the breeze that cuts through the humidity, the warmth of the damp soil the day after a heavy rain.
Wouldn't we be a little happier if we lived there instead?
I want you to listen to what your heart is whispering. Make the decisions you believe in, right now. If the place you’re standing in stops talking to you, close your eyes and think of the place that does. Start the conversation there.
I hope that you - a seed currently drifting through the air - find your way to a warm, soft patch of earth. It might look different than you imagined it would. But if it does, just listen to your heart again.
It’s not as complicated as we make it out to be.
see you soon, xx
I miss you, xx
As I drew, I realized that we usually only call the first or second sketches 'trees.' But does that mean the other five aren't trees? No. They all are. Our lives are the same. Even if the shape is different, even if it feels unfamiliar or a bit exotic - it’s still a life. Just as every one of those drawings is still a tree.
I think we change our forms because of the choices we make, or the things that just... happen. We transform to survive, we adapt, and then we bloom. We settle in, then the wind blows and we scatter our seeds to take root somewhere new. I’m currently caught up in this idea - that this entire cycle is what life actually is.
I found myself drawing trees today.
My mind was a bit noisy, and I needed to put the thoughts somewhere.