You chop the tree. It regrows. You chop again. It regrows. You chop when the sun rises. You chop when the sun sets. No good. It's alright if you need to take a break. Take your time. Let the tree grow. It's okay. Pick up the axe when you're comfortable. I'll be here. The tree will always regrow, but it's the effort that counts. Keep on chopping, pardner, even if it's pointless. C'mere if you need support. *I spread my arms.* Allow me to comfort you. Forget about the tree for a brief while.