Let’s say, metaphorically speaking, there’s a tree.
A small but strong pine tree.
This tree is in a forest with many other trees, and in this forest nothing happens.
There are no other trees besides pine.
No birch.
No redwood.
No beech.
Just pine.
But, what if that one pine tree...didn’t want to be a pine tree?
What if that pine tree wanted to be a cedar tree, or the most beautiful cherry blossom in the orchard?
But no matter how hard it tried it was always just a pine tree.
Surrounded by other pine trees in a forest where nothing happened.
Metaphorically speaking.
I’ve really not been in a good place and I don’t even know why I wrote this
