Curiosity

A white dogwood tree is growing in the backyard. It sprouted up like a delicate branch sticking out of the ground. The grass around crowds the tree as if to not allow it to breathe. I smell the dew in the morning air after I check on the little sprout, see if it’s still there. Looking, staring, time escapes me. I am not fully awake. I soon start day dream. Fills my head with so many questions of uncertainty. I start to think of my day and then my future. I feel my heartbeat get faster, my palms get clammy, and my anxiety kicks in. As to distract myself from having a full-blown panic attack at 6:30 in the morning, I divert my attention back to this baby tree. As defenseless as it is, it has no worries, no fears, no need for anxiety pills or therapy appointments. Just keeps growing, day after day, one elegant sunrise at a time. No way of protecting itself from the howling wind, fierce overpowering rains, the unknown creatures that lurk in the enchanting moonlight. It never stops, never gives up. My mind starts to drift back to my own self-worth, as I start to wake, from my sleepwalking morning routine. I start to wonder??? How different am I from this tiny little treeling in this vast overwhelming, ever thriving world of life.