Every evening, I look forward to witnessing the sky painted in beautiful colors. Some days, I am lucky enough to see them; other days, they remain hidden. Yet, one constant in my view is a tall, bare tree—no leaves, no flowers, yet it adds depth and meaning to what I see.

Maybe there’s a lesson here. Even without it’s decorations, the tree stands firm, unshaken, and still holds value. It reminds me that one doesn’t always need to be in full bloom to have purpose. Just being present, standing tall despite seasons of emptiness, is enough. Maybe it’s not that difficult—or is it?