Dreams of Trees

Sometimes you have to muster the courage to love yourself.
Sometimes you have to value and respect your dreams when no one else does.
The world, society, and people are selfish, craven entities.
They want for you what's best for themselves.
Sometimes you have to reject that to be what you must.
A tree that bows to every wind is a gnarled, stunted thing.
Sometimes you have to know that you are more when no one else sees it.


These are thoughts running through my head.  That's all.