Life is a Forest, Not a Tree

It’s easy to get caught up in what has to get done today, this week, this month.

We spend less time on what we want for this year. Or before my children are grown.

Or in my life.

When you’re 82, you won’t remember or care about today’s missed deadline, spilled milk, harsh words.

You will care if you loved and were loved. You will care if big dreams came true.

Today’s tree matters, to be sure. But you’re planting an entire forest. When it’s grown, a few imperfect trees won’t even be visible and wouldn’t matter if they were.

4 thoughts on “Life is a Forest, Not a Tree

  1. I was considering casting about for another metaphor but this was the right one.

    Can you tell what I’m working on right now? It’s tough letting go of the days that don’t work out as planned, in favor of a life that does.

  2. On The Other Hand ~
    I do have a tendency to get so spooked by the Forest (OMG! It’s such a HUGE project!!!) that I miss the trees (I can deal with this piece, and then that part, and then move on to the next one…) and the clearings, and the wildflowers… AND the deer trails through it!
    (Oh! I guess it’s not impenetrable, after all! Ahhhh!) Shoulders down, pack hitched up, and off I go… 🙂

    Happy Monday to you!

  3. When the forest spooks you, inspect the trees. Exactly.

    My point is that we need to know when to see each. Am I so focused on the trees I can’t see the forest? Is the forest overwhelming me so I’m not seeing this tree?

    Yeah. That.

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