How often I heard people say they wish they were birds, and be free, and go away. Nice… I guess, but it would be a constant struggle for survival and being safe.
I look at my life lately and I wish I was a tree. Yeah, roots, and trunk, and bark, and branches, and leaves. Standing in a yard, or garden, with no fingers to show. No paperwork. No standing in line or waiting for anything. No aspirations or dreams, but that’s a nice break from that, too. So, just life and feeling all of it. Not caring for what other species do.
To be a tree. No time-sensitive anything. Enjoy warmth during day, cold at night. Ok, I don’t like cold, and there is a lot of it now, since it’s winter… but maybe as a tree I wouldn’t really have thoughts about not liking cold.
And… I’d prefer to grow in a forest, away from human activity. Constant life cycle and interconnection of species. Feeding young and those in need through my roots system, those by my side, and those half forest away.
Trezvennost II 