Bonsai
Life is like an infinite tree: Endless choices, paths, probabilities branching off in all directions. We choose some, miss most of the others and, sometimes, have the limbs we are on wither and fall away. I guess we can learn to move through that tree better as we go along. Miss out on fewer possibilities. Cultivate the treasures we have, while we have them. Maybe that’s why we feel loss more intensely as we get older; we become much more aware of the pruning.