I do not, however, imagine that those trees have reason to care for the life of this bro. Not yet. I have yet to give them reason.
So, how to describe myself. I believe I am a complicated bro, or at least as complicated as a bro can be. This melting pot of emotions and hormones are at constant conflict. Any consistency in my brohavior is surely imagined. I feel torn daily between ambition and happiness. To live the life of a simple bro, or to strive for something greater. I have given in to both sins.