The Tree, The Train and The Star

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I want to close this wonderful year of writing goals and life adventures with a simple story about seemingly unrelated items; a tree, a train and a star.

A tree was rooted to a fine, abundant forest. He stood there comfortable and proud. In his youth, he was delighted to watch the seasons go by. He felt himself changing and growing tall and strong. He felt cozy and secured beneath the thick, leafy canopy of the older trees around him. He felt he belonged.

Then one day, he grew tall enough to gaze beyond the trees in front of him. Their green tops were no longer blocking his view. For the first time, there was nothing standing between himself and the distant horizon that extended in all directions. With wonder and awe, he realized, for the first time, his forest was not everything there was.

For the first time, he resented his nature. With pain, he felt the strain in his roots, as he tried to take a step, but could not. Now, the majesty of his life seemed meaningless. Now that he could see all that he was missing.

On a strip of steel railing that cut through the mountains, a train moved forward with the power of coal burning inside his steam engine. Fast and furious, never in one place for long, his life had been a constant adventure.

Then one day, he realized he hadn’t had time to make lasting friends, and even though he loved how fast he could move, his wheels were fixed to the rails beneath. No matter how  far he traveled, he could never go where he truly wished.

For the first time, he resented his nature. With pain, he felt the strain in his wheels, as he tried to get off, but could not. Now, the power of his engine seemed meaningless. Now that he could feel all that he was missing.

A bright star looked down from above. She seemed to be fixed to a spot in the night sky, yet, she knew she was moving fast, even though she could not feel the force. She could hear the tree’s wishes and the train’s wishes. She had a wish of her own. She wished everybody down there could believe they were also moving, and they were also going where they needed to go. They had a purpose, and as long as they lived that purpose they’ll find happiness.

Her nature was being a symbol of hope. A symbol of possibilities. And even though she led a solitary life, among so many, and even though she was being moved by a force without her control, she saw her light was full of meaning. There was nothing missing.

Sometimes, you might feel like a tree, and hope to be somewhere else, forgetting you are part of something wonderful. Sometimes, you might feel like a train, heading somewhere fast but with no control over your destination, your fate. Someday, I hope you’d feel like a star, and realized your nature is to be of purpose, and your purpose is part of the bigger picture.

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