butterflyuk

There was a little tree in my garden. I looked after it. I watered it and fed it. It was meant to give joy and pleasure. The tree never grew as it was expected to grow. I did all I could to nourish it but it was drying out. It was very painful to see the efforts being wasted especially when, at the time of planting it, I was told that the tree was rare and will grow to be very beautiful.

From time to time new shoots would come up giving me hope that the tree is going to survive. I give extra attention and hope more. A little later the shoots would die and I would be heart broken as to the future of this tree. It was getting more and more obvious that there is no chance of this tree to survive. It had already turned into a dead wood.

About time I gave up hope and accepted that the tree was never going to be all lush and green. It was time to cut the losses and cut the dead wood from my garden. I can only feel satisfied that I gave it my best shot but in the end the tree probably wasn’t worth saving. Unfortunately the place the dead wood occupied is marked. It will always remind me of what it could have been but ultimately wasting efforts on the unworthy dead wood was costing me my peace and happiness. It had to go. Some things aren’t just meant to be.

Some friendships are like this dead wood. If the friendship, instead of giving you support and joy, gives you tears and sadness it is a burden. Your loyalty to that friendship is silly especially when the only connection you have is by correspondence.

It has taken me a long time to convince myself but I have got rid of the dead wood friendship from my head today.