BRANCH

You were once a beautiful branch. Day after day you would grow toward the sun and try to touch the sky. Out of nowhere, a storm hit and lightning struck you. 

You are now a mangled piece of wood, caught in the vines. Below you is water, you are e a drop away from a new life that can take you anywhere.Yet you continue to hold on, if only you would let go.

PATH

You can’t look at a compass and tell someone what direction to go. You can’t look at a map and see where they are, or understand where they’d like to be. Every one is treading their own path, let them be.