Sometimes, I want to be a tree
The wind, with no excuses and surprises, takes over all the leaves from the trees. One day, I was walking somewhere and witnessed the wind taking the remaining leaves of a tree. All I could think of was: “wouldn’t be great if I could let things go just like that? A strong wind meets my past, removes all that doesn’t serve me anymore. For some time, I don’t carry anything, just nurture the roots of my core self to give space for a new season”....