Under the tree of thoughts

The story I'm about to write is the story of a person sitting on his bed, thinking about the choices he has made. The development of his thoughts is not about his past, nor his future. It's about the present. Every day this person sits on his bed thinking about his life, the choices he has made. His room is like an open diary...letting out all his emotions, creating a large lawn of thoughts, and the most precious ones, the thoughts which weight the most, are hanging in a big tree in the middle of this lawn. The day which made him stay only under that tree, was the day I'm going to write about. The day that something changed, making him to look in the far past, where he find things which had been long forgotten. This is the story of this certain person standing under his own tree of thoughts, discovering new features about himself every second he spends in the shadow of that tree.