Me as a Tree

At times I fancy myself as a tremendous tree, avariciously devouring all the air, light, and ground for myself only. II am not sentient of the other plants' aspirations to grow and flourish. Just as long as I have everything I could desire, I am satisfied. Occasionally, other people's yearnings and deficiencies don't concern me because they don't impede on my own affairs of covetousness. In this custom I am like the acquisitive and obdurate tree. But I am also akin to my botanical cousin by always achieving great heights and never letting the wide unfanthomable space between the sun and I impede my growth. And in this act, I inadvertantly produce food, shade, and life within my boughs while in pursuit of my quest. Livelihoods are produced. A grand achievement.

Me as a Top

Sometimes I feel as if I am a spinning top, whirling around not really knowing where I am going or what I am about to do. It's as if I have no control if something happens or doesn't happen because I have to keep my balance at all time. I don't want to fall down because if I do I'll have to wait for someone to pick me up and set me spinning again.

Labours of Love