Life is a Forest, Not a Tree

It’s easy to get caught up in what has to get done today, this week, this month.

We spend less time on what we want for this year. Or before my children are grown.

Or in my life.

When you’re 82, you won’t remember or care about today’s missed deadline, spilled milk, harsh words.

You will care if you loved and were loved. You will care if big dreams came true.

Today’s tree matters, to be sure. But you’re planting an entire forest. When it’s grown, a few imperfect trees won’t even be visible and wouldn’t matter if they were.