The carpenter, whom I hired to repair my old house, ended his first day with sorrows and complaints. First thing was the tiled roof that made him confused for hours, then the saw-machine and the old truck went on strike. When I drove him home, he kept silent, didn’t attempt to chat at all. After arriving home, he asked me to visit his family.

When we walked near the door, he suddenly stopped by a small tree and softly touched it’s top with his hands. The door opened, I realized that he suddenly changed. He smiled. He took his 2 kids to his arms and kissed his wife. After talking for a while, he took me to my car. When we passed the small tree near the door, my curiousity made me asked him for his action moments ago.

“It’s my tree of sorrow”, he said. “I know I can’t avoid having complaints in my job, but I’m sure I’ll never bring them home where my wife and kids have been waiting for me a whole day. That’s why, everytime when I get back home, I leave all my sorrows on top of the tree. And when I’m going to work, I continue taking them with me”.

“It’s funny, you know why?”, the carpenter continue: “When I’m going out to work every morning and bring them with me, they seem to be fewer than when being left on the tree the night before”.

In life, nobody can bring you peace except yourself.