When we are born, we don’t have the opportunity to decide what kind of person we want to be. Maybe you want to be a man or a woman, blond or brown, smart or rude, but always genetic decides for us. I spent the last days looking around me deciding which trees my family and friends are likely to be.
My dad – like the majority of our fathers – is a strong man, one of those people whose motto is “never give up”. He will definitely be an oak. My mum is such a generous person that she could be nothing else than a fruit tree. A cherry tree I would say.
What about my friends? Well, I would transform the bitchy one (we all have one) in a cactus. Then, the depressed one in a weeping willow. Finally, the smiling one in a palm tree on a desert island.
On my side, I am dreaming about being an apricot tree like the one I had in my garden when I was a kid. The apricot in flower represents for me the arrival of the spring. Plus, I used to climb the one that was in my garden and from up there I overlooked the entire world.
There are many choices, you can be tall as a pine or elegant as a japanese maple. So, the question is… and you, what type of tree would you be?