There was once a great tree standing in the middle of a quiet compound—old, wide, and faithful.
Its branches stretched like open arms, shielding the house from the harsh sun.
Under it, children laughed, meals were shared, and tired bodies found rest in its cool, gentle shade.
When the heat came like fire, that tree stood between the family and suffering.
It asked for nothing, only gave.
But the woman of the house grew weary, not of the heat, not of the suffering outside—but of the falling leaves.
Every morning, she would sigh, sweeping endlessly, muttering under her breath.
The dry leaves that once whispered life to the ground became, in her eyes, nothing but a burden.
She stopped seeing the shade, the comfort, the quiet protection. All she saw was stress, and she let that blindness grow.
Day after day, she complained until her voice wore her husband down.
“Cut it down,” she insisted. “I’m tired.”
And so, one careless afternoon, the tree that had stood for years was brought down in minutes.
It fell with a heavy, helpless sound as though the compound itself cried out.
At first, there was silence.
Then the sun came.
Not gently but cruelly.
The compound turned into a furnace. The ground burned their feet. The walls held heat like anger.
The air became thick, suffocating,no breeze, no mercy, no shade. The same place that once felt like home became unbearable.
That was when she began to understand.
Sweeping had stopped but so had the comfort.
There were no more afternoons of rest under cool leaves. No more laughter beneath dancing shadows. No more protection from the scorching sky.
Only heat.
Only regret.
She would stand sometimes in the middle of the compound, staring at the empty space where life once stood.
And in that silence, her guilt grew louder than her complaints ever were.
She didn’t just cut down a tree.
She destroyed the very thing that made their home livable.
And no matter how much she wished, no matter how deep her regret…
The tree was gone.
Forever.
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Sometimes, we are too quick to discard what inconveniences us, forgetting how much it quietly contributes to our lives.
Not every discomfort is a burden—some are the small prices we pay for great blessings.
People who stand by us, who support us, protect us, and bring us peace, may not always be perfect. They may come with “falling leaves” we don’t like. But that does not make them useless.
Be careful not to cut off people simply because you think you no longer need them. One day, you may find yourself standing in the heat of life, wishing for the shade you once destroyed.
Because just like that tree, some people, once lost can never be replaced.
Growing up as a child, I thought I looked perfect. Then one day, someone pointed out that I had big ears. That’s when my insecurities began. I was laughed at, and at some point, people gave me strange nicknames about my ears in school 😂.
A thread 🧵
As you step into this new month, live with intention, love with sincerity, think with clarity, and act with wisdom.
May each day of May bring you closer to wholeness and deeper into purpose.
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