the trees...
sometimes, its easier to live when you know everything else is falling apart. it's hard to comprehend it. and i feel like there's no answer for the questions, except from within ourselves. and there are many a times where i feel like a revelation has come forth... but in truth, it is just another experience for us to grasp and learn from.
its like when i was walking down the sidewalk, going to work, and i noticed how the trees are so... unfathomed by anything we as humans have. what do they have? patience. lots of it. they are but the best example, i feel, to any of us. trees stand there on the sidewalk, swaying to and fro as the wind caresses each leaf. and when the wind becomes destructive, most trees either just dance with the howling storm or get uprooted and blown away. either way, they do something most of us humans can't. and that's swallowing our pride. they would rather get "hurt" than babble how their lives should be (and not to mention) how other peoples' lives should be. most people see the birds chirpping on the tree branches... and they think it's a beautiful sight. i just realized how much these birds take these trees for granted. they sit still on the tree, build their nests, and litter the branches, without having to clean after themselves. how ironic, for the trees provide them shelter, a home, and warmth. qualities so many of us would give to our love ones, but sometimes fall short of these qualities to give because we expect appreciation in return. in which, in most cases, our love ones fall short of giving. so when our love ones, like the birds failing to clean up after themselves, fail to give appreciation, the trees' leaves wither when winter comes. and each and every part of the tree becomes cold. what can i say? "cause and effect". when winter comes, the birds migrate to the South. fancy that, they look for warmth in another place. that's so ironic, for so many of us have lost their love ones to other "warmer places" too. and mind you, when summer comes, the story unveils the same way. though the first tenants do not come back to occupy the tree, a set of new "love ones" come to call it home. so yet again, the story repeats itself. the birds occupy the tree, it calls it home, "takes it for granted", though the tree still gives all the qualities of love, and then winter comes and these birds leave. leaving the tree cold and barren. ever wonder why the trees' bark is so bitter in color and so rough? in biology, when i was young, i was taught that the bark was some sort of "protective layer" to fend off enemies. but despite this protective layer, the trees still get hurt by other animals; by scratching their paws unto it or running those chainsaws against them. but like all the other trees do... they just stand there patiently, until their very last breathe. and then fall to the ground. dying. in pain. despite everything it has done for the world, it's name is not remembered. relate that to us. so many of us have fought many battles... but in the end, it seemed like it wasn't worthwhile. so why bother? after all, like the trees, you too will die.
on the other hand, these trees love what they provide. besides, it's not like they have a choice. but if i was a tree... i'd feel exactly the way i described it. but then again, maybe i don't need to be a tree to feel that way. maybe, i could just be me. AND THEN AGAIN, JUST LIKE THE TREE, I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO PROVIDE UNCONDITIONALLY... and to accept that i'd rather get hurt and suppress what we all have (to a certain degree) - our ego.
i need help.
oh well.
-neilzmuzic.
