In case you haven’t been near a Starbucks, I’d like to officially announce:
Leaves are tumbling, being raked into piles and trees are generally shedding their weight for winter.
But you know what gets me about trees?
They spend their whole life growing. And then they deposit their seeds, their acorns, their tiny helicopter pods. Not knowing where they’re going. Not knowing if they’ll grow up to be trees too. Not knowing even if they’ll land on the ground instead of in some squirrel’s stomach.
But they do it anyway. They drop their seeds anyway. With only hope keeping them alight.
It’s hard to live with hope only. But I️ promise, that if you put some faith into your hope, you will grow no matter where you’re planted.
So drop your seeds where they may fall and reach for the sky.