I Wished, I Were
This is the story about a little fir tree who was not happy about his appearance.
It thought it would be so much prettier if it had leaves instead of needles.
So, before it goes to sleep at night, it wishes for all kinds of leaves, not anticipating the problems those leaves would bring with them.
After several unsuccessful attempts of finding the right kind of leaves, it decides, it was better off being a fir tree.
I like to use metaphors in my stories, and the little tree wishing for more and better things than it has, is a symbol for our times.
We often think we need more, want to be prettier, want to be better off, often realizing after some unsuccessful attempts that what we have is actually quite right.
