I would say, at my age, that this is an excellent analogy for our lives. I highly recommend The Allergic Pagan website and will be reblogging more from it as i further read through his excellent and insightful writings.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
— Soren Kierkegaard
It seems to me that a human life is like a tree,
but lived in reverse.
As children, we are as bright green leaves,
fragile miracles, proof of the perenniality of life,
playfully dancing on the wind,
eagerly and indiscriminately soaking up
the abundance of the world,
holding onto life only by virtue of the strength of our parents,
drawing sustenance from roots
whose depths we cannot fathom.
In our adolescence, we are like twigs,
still green with youth,
taking on the form, but not yet the substance, of our parents,
bending to every breeze,
yet straining to grow into something more solid.
In our early adulthood, we are as the branches of the tree,
still somewhat pliable,
but with thicker skin,
stretched between the generation of our children
and the generation of our parents,
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