Starting a new post is a very important rite for me. It is almost devouteful. Every time I touch magical buttons on my notebook I feel concentrated, deadly serious and excited. Writing gives me a huge wave of energy and, at the same time, exhausts me till the last drop. I usually do not know about what I will write, my fingers and imagination are running into each other, as a result, you are forced to read my unpretentious stories. I pity you a lot, I can be often philosophical and not much entertaining. I guess it is not so right. Our life is already too complicated, so by entering this wordpress world we are eager to relax and have fun, we do not need to think too much. I absolutely agree with you.
Writing for me is great fun and work, but very relaxing. In my childhood I also liked to make up different stories and even more I particularly enjoyed the impromptu scene-writing exercises because of how liberating they felt. I asked my younger cousins to play with me. Poor they are, they had no choice – they were my actors. I got used to play between big trees where I felt myself so small, tiny, almost invisible…
Many years passed since that time, but my imagination still plays tricks on me. And I love walking between trees with the sun poking its way through the branches and wondering what do they think of us. Do not they feel giant compared to us? Do not we feel too small compared to them? Haven’t you ever thought about it? Nope, I see. Such strange thoughts can appear only in my crazy head. Hey, wait a minute, I think you are not so honest with me, you have crazy ideas, you are just ashamed of them and afraid to tell. Oh, I caught you!
How about such quote “The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” (John Muir). Well-said, isn’t it? He was a wisdom man. Sometimes I feel that trees and nature might help me clarify how this world works. Nature laws are so obvious and right. Stronger eats weaker, bigger conquers smaller. Weaker has no chance to survive. Seasons are changed. Old leaves are fallen. So simple and complicated as well. In life – not. Why? I did not find an answer yet and you? That’s why I like nature more than real life. It can be good to hide between these big and colorful trees. Ops, yes, here among powerful trees I will not be able to write and talk to you, there is no network and electricity, no, this variant is not good. At least I tried!
Trees look at us bottom-up. Maybe this is the reason why I feel myself so small. And you, not? Aha, your should be 1.90 metres high then. Lucky you are. However, most of us are still small. And not only due to our height, but also because of our missions. Every newly born has a special mission. Each mission is very important and unique, but not each is well appreciated.
For example, many of us have simple life, usual jobs and hobbies. None of us are genius, billionaire, philanthropists. We do not discover new planets, develop new devices or save somebody’s lives. Some of us just sit in their office and do something not too difficult. At first sight, it really seems so. In reality – not exactly. We are little mechanisms of the large system. In case the slightest detail is lost, then it does not work. In fact, we are not so small. Everybody does something very important, which makes this world spin. Do not forget about it when you are in your office and feel unimportant. It is not right, everyone is extremely important and irreplaceable. Evaluate yourself and be proud of your achievements. Paradoxically I am telling you something what I should remind myself constantly since I have big problems with self-assurance and self-esteem. I also receive a lesson from my post. Fantastic!
In conclusion, there are no small people, only big trees, I mean tall trees. They look at us and have fun. They see how an old lady walks with her dog, who is very similar to her owner (unbelievable resemblance), or two ladies who discuss their love affairs when they were young. Later they recognize a pair – man and woman, maybe friends, not yet lovers, whose sympathy towards each other is obvious for people around.
Or sweet little squirrels who run here and there. Funny creatures arrange their houses before winter and gather food for colder period. Life is busy for them now, no time for fun. Hold on, no, they can have fun with us, people, when we tease them with nuts and try to make photograph. Poor squirrels, they cannot understand what do we want from them, they hide from big cameras like celebrities from paparazzi.
Life goes on, seasons are changed, leaves are fallen.
Bright colors turn to grey and white.
We are trapped in constant circle, the seconds hand of the clock race ahead…tick-tuck…I wish it could stop…please not so fast!!!
Nature is ready for winter already, not the same with us. I do feel so small, while trees are too high…