Like Trees in the Wind
It’s been windy. I didn’t expect my car to start changing lanes while picking Tyler up from school this afternoon. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation driving, I usually don’t lose control; I’ll go with that excuse. Luckily, there wasn’t much traffic or my car would’ve become a pancake and I the maple syrup. Getting two hours of sleep in six hours isn’t healthy; my coworkers thought I was on speed. Nothing is better than a high supported by caffeine, lack of sleep, and the uncanny need to finish what you started. I’m dumbfounded as to why I’m not sprawled out on the bed, snoring, with a pool of drool slowly being absorbed by the pillow.
What’s the significance of “Like Trees in the Wind”? It’s quite extraordinary with a very simple explanation. Historically, I find myself more concerned about everything else, I complain about the insignificant and focusing on the irrelevant, why shouldn’t I let the world decide. What am I doing concerning myself with what is completely out of my control? The wind blows, trees sway, and nothing really changes. If a leaf falls, does it really make a difference? Has the world changed? I need to stay rooted to self, family, and profession, everything else is secondary. Why stress over the less important when I should be focused on that which is truly important? I think I’m beginning to understand; it’s taken thirty-two years.