I once came upon a tree that lives on the border of Wisconsin and Illinois. There is a sign attached to it, with two arrows just like the one in your picture here. The interesting part is that half of the tree (the IL half) was completely dead, and the other half (the WI half) was lush and green and flourishing.
I stopped and got out of the car and took a picture. I contemplated for a minute what it must be like to be that tree, and what might cause such a phenomenon. I hugged the tree and thanked her for her wisdom.
Then I got back in the car and drove into Wisconsin. As I did so I realized I always have a choice in which direction I move forward.
A few years later I came across that same intersection with that same tree. It was about the same time of year. I stopped, got out, hugged the tree in greeting and thanked her again. I got back in and drove in the direction of Illinois.
Regrets are there. We can choose to visit them and go I. The direction of them, or not. Sometimes it’s a good idea to give myself the reminder.
Now I think I have to save this comment and make it a post someday, with the picture of the tree.
Powerful words, Nik. Your writing captures the delicate balance between strategy and instinct.
I've often found that my gut, a personal strategy, leads to tough decisions. I would say my gut has been my compass. It guides me when overthinking clouds my path, but it always shows the next step forward.
Action, even in uncertainty, can reveal clarity through motion. The scars might be inevitable, but they are also marks of a life lived with intention... and well lived. :)
Which regrets would hurt forever?” is a helpful question, if only for the few times in life when the answer will be obvious. Those answers will inevitably lead to hard choices, but at least your direction will be clear.——- THIS I will be taking with me in life, thank you for this. You article is so powerful
I once came upon a tree that lives on the border of Wisconsin and Illinois. There is a sign attached to it, with two arrows just like the one in your picture here. The interesting part is that half of the tree (the IL half) was completely dead, and the other half (the WI half) was lush and green and flourishing.
I stopped and got out of the car and took a picture. I contemplated for a minute what it must be like to be that tree, and what might cause such a phenomenon. I hugged the tree and thanked her for her wisdom.
Then I got back in the car and drove into Wisconsin. As I did so I realized I always have a choice in which direction I move forward.
A few years later I came across that same intersection with that same tree. It was about the same time of year. I stopped, got out, hugged the tree in greeting and thanked her again. I got back in and drove in the direction of Illinois.
Regrets are there. We can choose to visit them and go I. The direction of them, or not. Sometimes it’s a good idea to give myself the reminder.
Now I think I have to save this comment and make it a post someday, with the picture of the tree.
Powerful words, Nik. Your writing captures the delicate balance between strategy and instinct.
I've often found that my gut, a personal strategy, leads to tough decisions. I would say my gut has been my compass. It guides me when overthinking clouds my path, but it always shows the next step forward.
Action, even in uncertainty, can reveal clarity through motion. The scars might be inevitable, but they are also marks of a life lived with intention... and well lived. :)
Which regrets would hurt forever?” is a helpful question, if only for the few times in life when the answer will be obvious. Those answers will inevitably lead to hard choices, but at least your direction will be clear.——- THIS I will be taking with me in life, thank you for this. You article is so powerful