Ask someone to draw a tree and they will draw the same tree every time. Full canopy. Thick trunk. Apples on the branches, perhaps. It's the tree in its prime. The tree at its most recognizable, most productive, most tree-like moment. No one draws the seed. No one draws the sapling with its spindly branches reaching uncertainly toward the sun. And almost no one draws the stump.

But they're all pictures of the same tree.

They're just separated by time.

Here is something that will quietly rearrange how you think about this. The Earth does not orbit the sun in an ellipse. That picture from every science textbook, the one we've all carried since childhood, is wrong. Or rather, it's another snapshot lie.

The sun itself is moving. It's hurtling through the Milky Way at roughly 450,000 miles per hour, pulling every planet with it. Which means the Earth doesn't loop back to where it started. It never returns to the same point in space. Ever. What the Earth actually traces through the universe is a helix—a long, spiraling corkscrew moving through space in a direction it will never retrace.

The orbit we draw is a convenience. A snapshot. A way of making the incomprehensible manageable. But it leaves out the most important thing: that everything is in motion, always, and nothing ever truly arrives.

The tree is the same. If you could watch every second of a tree's existence, not a photograph, but the full continuous movement of its life, it would look like nothing you recognize as a tree. It would look like a slow explosion outward from a point of almost nothing, changing shape constantly, until it stops.

So what, then, is the picture of a tree?

There are at least four pictures. Here they are, left to right.

A is the seed, barely visible. A dot in the soil. There is no evidence yet of what it contains.

B is the sapling growing fast, visibly changing year over year, reaching. Every season brings transformation that is measurable and thrilling.

C is the tree in full fruit. This is the one everyone draws. Growth has slowed. The height gains are modest now. But something else has begun: abundance. The apples come, and come, and come.

D is the stump. The tree has given what it had to give.

Most leaders I know are secretly convinced they're supposed to be at C forever. And most of them, if they're honest, feel like they've already passed it.

I feel closer to D than B now. There's no point pretending otherwise.

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I have a picture of myself in my head. In that picture I am younger. More energy. Fewer mornings where getting out of bed requires a negotiation. In that picture I could almost will things into existence. I had the specific force of someone who hasn't yet learned what won't work, which turns out to be its own kind of power. My body was faster. My instincts felt sharper, or maybe just less burdened.

I meet that picture every morning in the mirror, briefly, before I get on with things.

What I've had to learn is that the picture in my head is not a standard I've fallen short of. It's a snapshot of a phase I was passing through. The mirror isn't showing me my failure. It's showing me that I'm moving.

There is a particular lie that circulates in certain rooms. It’s found in the boardrooms of venture-backed companies, the stages of growth conferences, occasionally the pulpits of ambitious ministries. It goes like this: you could change the world. Not your world. Not your community, your industry, your city. The world. All of it. Go big or go home. 10x or irrelevant.

It's a seductive lie because it wears the clothing of vision. It sounds like faith and ambition and courage. But underneath it is something older and less flattering: the belief that ordinary faithfulness isn't enough. That feeding the people in front of you is too small a calling.

Consider the math more honestly. A single apple tree, in a good year, produces perhaps 400 apples. Each apple contains several seeds. If even one seed from each apple became a tree, and each of those trees did the same, by the third generation you would have orchards enough to feed every person on earth several times over.

The CEO who spends his fruitful years trying to be the tree that feeds the world alone will produce less fruit, not more. He will exhaust the soil. He will burn the people working beneath his canopy. He will be so focused on the horizon that he neglects the ground directly under him, where the real work of growing an orchard is done.

You were not designed to feed the world. You were designed to feed your community. Trust the math.

The stump is not a failure. I want to say that directly, because every leader I know fears it as though it were.

There is a passage about a fig tree that produces nothing and takes from the soil around it. The gardener argues for one more year. One more season to see if it will bear fruit. But the implication is clear: a life that only takes, that produces nothing for those around it, eventually has to yield the ground to something that will.

The stump is the moment you give the ground back. Not in defeat, but in completion.

And what the stump becomes is something the full-grown tree could never be.

Consider the stake that holds a young sapling straight. It isn't just a piece of wood pressed into the soil. It's the accumulated knowledge of a tree that survived decades of wind. Experiences bent by storms and shaped by seasons made physical and handed to something that hasn't learned any of that yet. The young tree doesn't have to figure out which way is straight on its own. Someone already did that work. The stake carries it forward.

That's not a small thing. That's not diminishment. That's one of the most important things a life can do.

And stakes are only one thing a stump can become. The root system that remains underground long after the tree is gone still feeds the soil, invisibly, for years. The cleared ground makes room for an orchard that could never have grown in the old tree's shadow. The table cut from its trunk becomes the place where people gather and make decisions that matter. What the stump becomes depends on what the moment requires, and on the wisdom to know the difference between the two.

You are not behind the picture in your head.

You are the whole life of the tree including the parts no photograph captures. The seed that held everything while showing nothing. The sapling years of visible, almost reckless growth. The long fruitful seasons that can feel monotonous until you do the math and realize what you've actually been producing. And eventually, if you're lucky and wise, the stump that finds new ways to give what only it can give.

The question was never which picture is the real tree.

The question is whether you can find meaning in every frame of a life that was always, already, in motion.

You are not arriving anywhere. You are moving through something. And the movement itself in the whole corkscrew arc of it, every phase producing what only that phase can produce is the picture.

That is the tree.

Dave Ortega is Chief Creative Officer at McKee Wallwork.