Today I was with my friend. We had lunch at an Asian restaurant. Good food, even sushi - something I really like. He was like always, talked a lot. We were far from alone, since many tourists decided to eat too. So kind of crowded.

Afterwards, when he left, I went back home. I looked at my cherry-tree, how I was unable to save it. It looked so sad. Like a tree whose life almost completely drained, almost no leafs at all. No fruits - despite that it always did had before. How I’m blaming myself not taking this matter to a professional expert in gardening.

This is the hard reality, dear reader. To make your choices, at that moment. That time. Time, that we think it’s always on your side, but it isn’t. And it never will be. I have now learned something out of this, despite that I’m now going to saw down this wonderful cherry-trees. It’s not the tree itself I’m sad about - it’s all those memories that can’t be grown in a new tree.

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