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The Girl Who Became an Olive Tree

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved the world and all its creatures with every fiber of her being. Her heart overflowed with compassion and empathy for every living thing. She felt the joy and pain of others as if they were her own, and she yearned to make a difference, to bring comfort and healing to those in need.

As she grew older, the weight of the world's sorrows began to bear down upon her slender shoulders. She witnessed the suffering of people and animals, the destruction of nature, and the endless conflicts that tore communities apart. Her tender heart, so full of love and concern, felt each wound as if it were inflicted upon her own soul.

Despite her best efforts to spread kindness and light, the young girl found herself overwhelmed by the magnitude of the world's troubles. The more she tried to help, the more she felt the pain of others seeping into her very core. Her once vibrant spirit began to dim, and her steps grew heavy with the burden of empathy.

One day, as she sat beneath an ancient olive tree, seeking solace from the chaos that surrounded her, a profound realization took root in her mind. She understood that the tree, with its gnarled trunk and reaching branches, stood tall and strong amidst the turmoil of the world. It did not involve itself in the affairs of others, but simply existed, growing slowly and steadily, deepening its roots into the earth.

In that moment, the girl made a decision. She would become like the olive tree, distancing herself from the cares of the world and focusing inward on her own growth. She closed her eyes and felt her body transform, her limbs lengthening and hardening into branches, her skin roughening into bark. She became the tree, standing firm and unmoving, no longer buffeted by the winds of sorrow and strife.

"A tree remains a tree," she said. "It doesn't experience everything. It's not to blame for anything. It's planted in the earth and stands still, deepening its roots..."But what she didn't know was that even as a tree, she never stopped feeling. Deep within her woody core, the love and compassion that had always defined her continued to pulse like sap through her veins. She may have taken the form of a tree, but her essence remained unchanged.

Only at night would she awaken and go swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. She was half girl, half tree, until she met a boy with the purest heart in the world. In the full moon, one could see that his heart's radiance was stronger than the moon itself. His innocent, wise, and kind-hearted gaze penetrated her eyes, allowing her to emerge from the self-imposed spell of defense and consider returning to life.

But instead of encouraging her to leave her tree form behind, he joined her as a tree by her side. They intertwined together into the biggest and strongest olive tree in the world, providing shade and solace for all. Upon its branches, countless peace doves cooed together, dispersing olive branches as all over the world.

Then, the laughter of children was heard from all directions, and a blend of languages woven together in delicate beauty, creating a stunning velvet ocean of coexistence. And the mighty intertwined olive tree? Stood at the center of it all, spreading love and empathy and gifting shadow and most delicious olives to the whole world till the very this day.

Endless mutual cycle

In our humanity most traumatized usually most traumatize. Look at all the traumatized nations of the world - the more you are a victim and a witness the more you are traumatized. The more you get used to traumas - you less pay attention to pain of others, and even for you pain. This leads to more and more mutual pain. The only way for healing to our society is to heal our collective ptsd. It is hard, because that means meeting the dark sides of our own. Thatmeans healing and meeting our wounds by daring to feel all the spectrum of emotions. Otherwise too traumatized souls will seek only more and more power, ravange and destruction. Because when our soul feels powerless destructed and madly insulted... We might cast it on the next in line. Our responsibility is to be the change we want to see. To not assume we are good people just because of anything... Rather to look with highest credibility and honest authenticity and find all those parts in ourselves. Through the healing of individuals societies heal. Be part of this process with me, let's take personal responsibility ❤️

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The art of kindness

In the beginning there were no words, So the cat people only hissed and purred. And when words were created, the first ones were "I" and "you", so there was a sense of unity. And from that many combinations could be made, like saying "you and I".But wherever unity is created, separation is also created. Unity and separation are twin brothers that are often born together. Just as when light appeared, darkness was also created, and in the existence of heat, cold was also defined, and so with the very existence of life, death was also created.Two words make for a poor language! So into the embracing language, a complementary word blended in - the third word in the cat people's language was created:The word "no" was born.So they decided to play with it and found a variety of cool combinations, like "I'm not you" and "you're not me". They didn't stop there and developed it into full-fledged philosophies of life, rich in nuance. With so much momentum they developed almost 9 billion different and varied ways to say it to each other. (Like "I love you" but reversed).For in the beginning, they were just cat people enjoying light and dark, seeking shared ways to deal with heat and cold, hunger and satiety. Perhaps before the sanctity of togetherness there was only enjoyment of the simplicity of life... but togetherness and solitude were created with no way back, and what to do when one cat person says "no" - it dragged on as an endless chain reaction echo that took over the silence... an echo that for some reason, instead of fading away, only grew stronger and stronger... isolating each cat person into a cold, separate trashcan. Licking their wounds and forgetting that the cold began with heat in the first place, and what is heat at all? They went and forgot... "Every Tower of Babel eventually falls" said Lao Tzu. "What nonsense" Einstein replied, and they went back to sleep.

Pain and hope

To my cute dear baby🖤🥀

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