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We are all leaves grasping firmly to our tree, safe and secure in the boundaries of our sheltering branches. Soon the time will come for the breeze to do its work, we’ll be shaken and stirred until, as hard as we might try, our grip on the branches can no longer with stand the call of the world to move on and be free. We’ll be carried away into the air, eventually ending up… god knows where. The destination is futile, as for us it’s all the same, we’ll come to rest some place and become part of the earth once again. What’s important is how we get there, the journey that we take. Where the breeze will carry us before we reach out final resting place. There will be highs and there will be lows, there will be rain and there will be shine, the breeze will change from fast to slow, from warm summer breeze to a howling winter snow, but what we make of it is all up to us. The breeze will carry us to places we’ve never been, but we’ll never be too far from the place we once knew. The tree will stand tall in the shadow of our path, with branches strong and sturdy waiting for our grasp.

I am a leaf grasping at my branch, feeling the breeze begin to kick and swirl and try to rip me free. I don’t know where it will take me before I come to rest, but it’s the life I have and what ever happens, where ever the breeze carries me, I will leave my mark and try my very best.

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