Just a tree

 Hi!

Hope anyone who is reading this has a great day ahead! 

I get myself busy with cleaning, it is a habit that has been with me for years! I've learned, that is how I cope with anxiety. I have to sweep and mop the floors in the morning and in the evening, if not my mind is not at peace. I don't really tidy up the place, but I just wanna clean floors and my surroundings to be pleasant. While I'm cleaning I get indulged with thoughts and false scenarios that never gonna take place, that is kinda fun.

Today I was looking at a tree that I used to love. I don't know for some reason I felt close to that tree, I liked looking at it, I've even cried, looking at it, I don't know what it is. It was peaceful to look at it. It had some unique beauty or something that I admired. It was big and close to our house, so my parents decided to cut off its branches. I begged them not to but it didn't really matter, they said our safety comes first. Moreover, it is just a tree, it can always grow back, they said.

It lost its branches and it wasn't the same tree I used to know. It has changed. It is not peaceful to look at it anymore more like painful or empty. It just exists and I don't love it anymore. I always used to think it looked perfect maybe my idealistic views got shattered. My attachment to the tree went down with the branches that got cut off. I don't see the peace now. However, it got new leaves and baby branches coming out and it will grow as it was but will never be the same tree I used to know or adore. It is something different now. 

Anyway, it would not matter. The tree never knew that I adored it. So, it would not know my love for it got shattered either. I mean it is just a tree.