Thought provoking

I know that growth can be imperceptible and quiet. I’ve accepted that. Eventually progress loses its shine of exponential improvement simply because as each year goes by, each year becomes a smaller fraction of life in its entirety. There’s nothing to feel too bad about. Maybe the changes are incremental, but important. Maybe the emotions are

Life has an unerring way of balancing good and bad, rather like math. For every positive, there’s a negative; for every gain, a loss; for every plus, a minus.

No, Adeline has decided she would rather be a tree, like Estele. If she must grow roots, she would rather be left to flourish wild instead of pruned, would rather stand alone, allowed to grow beneath the open sky. Better that than firewood, cut down just to burn in someone else’s hearth.

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” - Rumi