a tree in a story about a forest

7 countries in 30 days later, I have returned.

life has changed.

yet life remains the same. maybe the vantage point has change.

my life truly is a story, somedays rivetting, somedays melancholic.

finishing Donald Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, I am again struck by ‘story’

“He said to me I was a tree in a story about a forest, and that it was arrogant of me to believe any differently. And he told me the story of the forest is better than the story of the tree.”

I am but a tree.

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