That one orange tree...

As I look out the window, the river flows to my right. Faster than usual because of the recent rain, but not fast enough to create rage. The landscape is painted green, as is my giant mug filled with steaming pumpkin coffee. The trees in my view have failed to give up their green color, making me wonder if they need more time, or are just being stubborn. I've been told that everything happens with time; although, I've heard plenty of useless life lessons. Maybe I should replace useless with non-applicable. Anyway, I look back outside. A maple tree stands burning orange amongst its green surroundings. This tree could not wait. This tree did not want to wait. This tree did not rely on anything but itself to stand so proud and so strong. Seeing this tree makes me wonder why anyone would want to blend together, much like the green trees are doing. So often people try to simply fit in, only to be left floating in a puddle of disappointment and self doubt. There is a distinct visual difference between those conformed to their surroundings and those who stand on their own, I've realized this long before sitting down to look outside. I've recently learned the obvious; that no one has control over myself except for me. No one controls what I say, how I act, or what I'm thinking. At the end of the day, the only person I have to report to for evaluation is myself. The only critic I listen to is myself. I have stopped looking elsewhere for answers simply because they are all in my head and because they are the answers I want to hear. Looking outside of my own mind only brings disappointment and usually puts me in a place I would rather not be. The only thing that gives me contentment is myself. The one thing I am most proud of is myself. As long as this keeps up, I will never be regretful. 

I never realized how capable my mind was. Capable of soaking in information and making perfect use of it. My mind is full. It has been a sponge, soaking up every morsel of life. It is ready...for anything.