ECONfessions
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Yk there’s something about tree stumps. They carry an almost quiet magic, representing an end of an era, as if to say, “here once stood a mighty tree”
A tree that may have lived for decades, perhaps even a century, each ring bearing witness to storms, droughts, watching the rise and fall of empires.
Alas, it ends up taken for granted—used as a seat by a person on a journey or, simply, a resting place for a wandering toad
Still, it continues to tell its story through those who gather around it. A man who sits upon the stump alongside peers, mentees, or family, is drawn into the space it creates as he tells his tale. In time, moss settles into the cracks, softening its edges, mushrooms take root, and ferns quietly rise from its surface. An ending that was never truly empty.
The stump may simply be a reminder of what once was, but it now stands as the foundation of what may be.
Tldr: Stumps r cool
- M.
發表於: Jan. 14, 2026, 9:12 a.m.