Who ever said whatever we believe in has a true standing point? So much hidden from history over time, and nothing but cliched excuses that pass by unapproved.
This story, is about a living thing, A living thing that can never be affected by man's sin and delusion, nor can be detoured from its wise growth and blossom full of energy, this story is about a tree. A tree that withstood all the events and trials of corruption and internal rot. This story is about the Bristlecone pine and the entire five thousand years it withstood growing in one place. The beauty and art it took to withstand change, positive and negative.
A fun fact about Bristlecones is that they change their needles each thirty years, now imagine each and every one of that needle, absorbing all the matter within those years, good and bad for the wellbeing of the tree, and at the end of its lifecycle, It simply falls, allowing the spontaneous transpiration and breaking out of newer ones. Picture those needles as your problems in life, and unlike the tree with a thirty year cycle, yours is much shorter, obviously because you do not live for five thousand years, picture your cycle changing ever so often, allowing transpiration, allowing a newer cycle from which you can continue to benefit from only positively, that is change. The true fear of mankind.
Back to the tree, this story depicts what it passed through, the problems it faced and foremost, the changes it made to adapt.
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Scarred Barks
General FictionA story of change. One of the hardest lessons in life is change. Whether it's guilt, anger, love, loss or betrayal, change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.
