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I used to wish I was like a tree; and could dance with the wind; watch the people passing; be still and strong. I thought that maybe with all those strengths I would find the depth within; or something would spark the depth rather. I thought maybe the wind would trigger my wounds, allowing my life to explode open with ideas. I realized that the wind not only triggers my wounds, but tosses them irrationally. I decided then that i'd rather be the roots.