"When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots near its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree." - Beneath the Wheel, Herman Hesse.
Don't know how to describe how this makes me feel. Glad that someone put it down in words so well, or sad, that it's so true.
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promise-filled childhood...back when we didn't know that those promises could possibly never be fulfilled.
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