It sits there on the corner across the street. It blows in the breeze. And I never took a moment to appreciate it's benefits, until this afternoon.
Earlier that afternoon, I was having one of those moments, one of those days. Self-hatred, inner-turmoil--- we all know it, we know it all.
Personally, I become pressed down by a very hurtful tone.
I'm not good enough. I'm alone, and terrified I will forever be left alone.
But these feelings I feel toward myself are solely material. Nothing real--- just shallow, shallow. At least I can recognize this, I suppose.
Walking home, I passed by the tree. Gift tags crowd with the autumn leaves on the branches. I don't remember what it's named, but I'm calling it "The Gratitude Tree".... but it's filled with contributions from the community about what they are grateful for.
And facing me directly was this message, or perhaps more accurately, this reminder:
