26/04/2025
Trees are like people.
They begin as something small—just a seed.
Fragile
Invisible
Full of quiet hope
And with time, love, and struggle, they grow.
Not all at once.
Not without pain.
But slowly… silently… they rise.
They weather storms no one sees.
They lose branches, lose leaves, get scarred by wind and time. Some grow tall and straight. Others twist, lean, carry their pain in their shape. But they’re still standing. Still reaching for the light. Still beautiful, in ways only time could shape.
And like trees, we go through seasons, too.
Seasons of blooming, when everything feels alive. And seasons of shedding, when everything hurts. Moments where we feel bare, broken, forgotten.
But even then—especially then—our roots are growing deeper. Stronger. Wiser. The world may not see it, but we survive. And that survival is our strength.
Sometimes, to move forward, we have to let go of what no longer serves us. Of what once felt like everything. Like trees letting go of their leaves—not because they want to, but because they have to in order to keep living.
So if you’re hurting, if you’re tired, if you feel like nothing’s changing—remember this:
You’re still growing.
You’re still here.
And that alone is enough.
