My north-facing apartment has a balcony that relentlessly offers a green wave of freshness that soothes my mind regularly. Yes, I am talking about trees! April to October is the showtime of nature around me. Summer is like the green festival with the birds' musical concert and the butterfly's fashion show. It feels like an art festival where everyone brings out the best in each other by performing their best. Gradually, November starts the farewell process of nature's best artist—tree leaves become so fragile that a light wind can blow them far..far away.
Every winter, I wonder about this dramatic change in nature, all those trees standing still in solitude, withstanding the torture of frigidness —how do they go through this grief every year and rejuvenate again? Can grief become endurable if it strikes cyclically? One remarkable thing that fascinates me most about the tree is its resilience from surrendering. In those brutal winter months, they become the epitome of trust — they stand still and surrender to mother nature, believing everything will fall back into place again!
During the winter, trees make me look for different perspectives to help me embrace life's hurdles. Obviously, some days it is pretty unchallenging to accept life's struggles, while others feel like unaffordable Zen bullshit! (Don't judge me. I am still human😔).
Anyways, the message I get every winter by watching those trees is that sometimes Life's Struggles demand more reverence than accomplishments!
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happines.
- Hermann Hesse
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