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my father once told me a story

about

an

old

redwood tree

how it stood tall and proud

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its sprawling limbs clothed in emerald green

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with a smile,

my father described its as a mere sapling,

sheltered by its elders

and

basking in the safety of the warm, dappled light

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but as the tree grew taller,

it found itself at the mercy

of the cruel wind

and

the vicious rain

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together,

they tore relentlessly at its pretty boughs

until it felt as though its heart would split in two

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after a long,

thoughtful pause,

my father turned to me and said:

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my daughter, one day the same thing will happen to you, and when that time comes, remember the redwood tree

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do not worry about the cruel wind or the vicious rain — but do as that tree did and just K E E P   G R O W I N G “

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no one truly know who they are ‘ he sighs

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the

glass bottle

does

not

know

its

own

contents

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it has no idea whether

it is a vessel for the most delicious apple cider,

a lovingly crafted wine,

or

a bitter poison

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people are the same

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yet, like the bottle

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we are transparent

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we can not see ourselves the way others see us

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how do you see me? ‘ she asked

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you are a bottle floating out at sea ‘ he says ‘ one that contains a very important message, it may never reach its recipient but as long as there is someone waiting, it will always have purpose

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will you wait for mine ?

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i will ‘ he promised

i will look for you every time i stand at the edge of the ocean

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Source: Lullabies by Lang Leav

 

 

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just friends

I know that I don’t own you,
and perhaps I never will,
so anger when you’re with her,
I have no right to feel

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I know that you don’t owe me,
and I should ask for more,
I shouldn’t feel so let down,
all the times when you don’t call
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what I feel — I should show you,
so when you’re around I won’t,
I know I’ve no right to feel it
but it doesn’t mean I don’t

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Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

P A T I E N C E

P A T I E N C E

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PATIENCE and LOVE agreed to meet at a set time and place

beneath the twenty-third tree in the olive orchard

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PATIENCE arrived promptly and waited

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she checked her watch every so often but still

there’s no sign of LOVE

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was it twenty-third tree or the fifty-sixth ? ” she wondered

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as she made her way over to the fifty-sixth tree,

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LOVE arrived at tree twenty-three where PATIENCE was noticeably absent

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LOVE waited and waited before deciding he must have the wrong tree and perhaps it was another where they were supposed to meet

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meanwhile,

PATIENCE had arrived at the fifty-sixth tree where LOVE was still nowhere to be seen

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both begin to drift aimlessly around the olive orchard,

almost meeting but never do

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finally,

PATIENCE who was lost and feeling quite resigned,

found herself beneath the same tree where she began

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she stood there for barely a minute when there was a tap on her shoulder

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it was LOVE

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where are you? ” she asked

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i have been searching all my life ” she added

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stop looking for me ” LOVE replied

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and i will find you
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– Lang Leav