A Tree

A Tree

If you look at it closely it looks like to two hands, one gripping the ground and one trying to reach the sky...

One would fear the sky as if one is being taken away... slowly being swallowed by the sky... to a place where you fear is silence, cling tightly and never let go. You built yourself a place, a window that you never look outside, a wall around you that makes you feel safe, a roof you never look at twice and a door... wondering why you build it in the first place. You have your own world... a world you choose to live in you feel a sense of content and safety no need to do more than you have too, you smiled and told yourself everything will be fine... and believed it. You lived your life inside a cage you build.

...forever clinging only being kept alive by fear.



While the other tries to reach the sky trying to grab the stars... dreaming, chasing, reaching it gives you purpose, meaning, your entire life is too soar the skies. To a place where you feel free of everything, nothing to bother you, nothing to hold you back. To go a another place where feet can't take you, willing to do anything, willing to accept anything, willing to sacrifice anything... only to get a glimpse of your fantasy, you try so hard. You tell yourself that one day you'll reach the stars you continue to stretch your arms.

...always hoping your very reason for living.

Both exist for a reason and cannot exist without the other as time passes the tree will continue to grow stretching its branches a little closer to the sky and continue to expand its roots clinging to the entire world.

“Ignorance may be bliss as it what may be our very existence”
-The Author