The Tree I Thought Was Dead
There is a quiet little street near my home in Japan that I have walked countless times since I arrived in 2024. It isn't a place that would appear on a travel guide, nor is it somewhere people stop to admire. Yet, tucked beside a house that I still wonder is abandoned, stands a tree that has unknowingly become one of my greatest teachers. The first time I saw it, I couldn't stop staring. It had been burnt almost beyond recognition. Its trunk was blackened, its branches were stripped bare, and there wasn't the slightest hint of life clinging to it. It looked as though a fire had swallowed everything it once was and left only a shell behind. What puzzled me most was where I was. Japan is a country that takes such incredible care of its surroundings. Trees are cherished, parks are immaculate, and seeing one that looked as though it had survived a fire felt so unusual. Every time I walked past it, the same question lingered in my mind: What happened to this tree? There was nev...