a gentle reminder.

there's this huge tree on a field. this field is in the middle of Kuching city. the tree is huge and wide, but it is not tall. it's been there for as long as i can remember. through rain, shine, storm; the tree is there, standing strongly its strong and tough roots holding on tightly to the ground, as if choking it. 

the tree has been there for as long as i could remember.

its bark is rotten, the trunk is full of moss,ants converge upon it: millions of them walking up and down the tree, just minding their own business. the branches and twigs are all decorated with green leaves as if nothing is troubling the upper part of the tree. the leaves just flourish and reach upwards towards the light blue sky. sometimes the leaves are not there, especially during monsoon seasons, but the tree can still survive.

if it can, why can't i?

p.s: look up, the sky isn't always gloomy. life isn't always harsh.