Tree Path

I sit and watch the Trees leaves continue to unfurl. They are still quite small compared to the size they will eventually reach. As I watch, it occurs to me that each Tree and each leaf is on it's own path. Each unraveling and growing and living and dyeing on it's own path. It makes no sense to compare them to each other. This gets me thinking about how my culture invites me to compare myself to others. I am invited to consider what I have done in relation to what others shave done. I learn from the Trees that I am on my own path and that my leaves unfurl as they are supposed to, one moment at a time.