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”.

Sometimes, I want to be a tree. A strong one that survives all weather. Every year, I say goodbye to the past without any attachment, keep still for a while, and eventually give birth to a new me.