Maybe there’s no one big plan for our lives. Perhaps there are only a series of small paths and decisions, like little threads through the dirt to the roots of the tree, climbing forward from there. No matter which thread you choose to weave, you still get to that base of you. And you climb and grow from that base of you. You find yourself each and every time.
The path there and the journey can look different based on the route you choose to take, but ultimately all roads always lead to you. And isn’t there some beauty and peace in knowing that? In knowing that not everything needs to be overanalyzed. By living in a state of trust, you hold an inner knowing that wherever you’re meant to be is exactly where you’ll be guided to.
It’s freeing to not think every decision is the make or break for you. It’s simply a piece of the thread back to the root. And the adjacent decision is just a separate thread back to that same root.
As we move and sway through life, threading our way through time, we find that in the end, we’ve rediscovered our truest essence. We’ve woven ourselves back together through the roots and all the way up the trunk of the tree, through each branch and back again, and within every singular leave that makes up the tree.
The tree is massive, as are all the decisions that make up a life. And though we may feel like we’re threading backward sometimes, we can trust that that’s actually just the right direction that we needed to go. There is always a time for forward motion, and also one for backtracking, because there may just be a tiny space we missed threading somewhere along the way.
And at the end of this beautiful life, we have a tree. Full and in its glory. And though we couldn’t see it at the time, it built our beautiful lives, our beautiful selves. And it all started with a single step. A single thread.