I love the story of The Sorrow Tree. On the day of judgement each person is allowed to hang their sorrows on the tree. Then all are invited to walk around it and choose a pain other than their own. In the end, of course, each person chooses the sorrow with which they came.
I understand the point of this – we should all appreciate the life experiences we are given – they help make us who we are. I understand the wisdom of “walking a mile in someone else’s shoes” mentality. I get that.
However, it also seems it would be beneficial to hang our sorrows on the tree, and let the vultures pick them apart until they are rendered into nothingness. I would never be so bold as to question the Zaddick, but maybe we could adapt the story of The Sorrow Tree for modern times.
Maybe in this time before Judgement Day arrives we could hang our sorrows on the tree and leave them behind. Maybe Mother Nature could have her way with them. Perhaps we could walk away from our own sorrows, as well as everyone else’s. Maybe we could just let all sorrows be carried away on the winds, disbursed to the four corners of the Earth, never to be reassembled for anyone to have to carry again.