The lonely tree –


I saw this tree in a park the other day..standing alone! The tree standing there strong made me think. What would this lonely tree think?? Would it think that I am glad to be alone – no one to take the water that I need, no one to take the nutrients I need from the soil. I don’t have to waste my energy on fighting for my daily survival. So what if I don’t have anyone to talk to but at least I am free to do what I want to without being judged or have too many parameters that would define what and how I should do things. OR would it think I don’t have anyone; I have to stay here alone and no one to challenge me to do better.

Think about it – kind of how we would view our lives at different points of time. We love having people around and having them to love, to hate, to compete. But sometimes, we wish we could do things on our own in our own way and not let others define how we should act or live. We just wish we could just follow our instincts, be able to show our emotions as they are and not be shunned down for it. That lonely tree can show its emotions and follow its instincts since there is no one to tell it to behave in a certain way, on the other hand, it does not have anyone around who would be there to see when it is happy or when it is sad. Maybe as humans, we want to share our lives but how much of sharing of our lives causes unhappiness???

Should the lonely tree be happy about being alone or sad that it does not have anyone near?



It would seem that now a days what I am reading is triggering my writing ūüėČ So today, I read about how a person associates his memories to the place he was happiest rather than where he was born or who his ancestors were.

I started thinking, “Isn’t that true? Its not the place or the people but the moments that create memories. ” Does it matter where you were born if you don’t have any happy memory about the place? Does it matter whom you grew up with , if you can’t associate with them? Does it matter what you celebrated if your only memory of celebration was that it was supposed to be that way?

It is the moments that create memories. You associate more with people and places that created the person you always wanted to be. Compare РThe one person who in a very short time made you feel that you are free to be what you are rather than trying to make you like them to people you have spent a lifetime with but cannot understand why; The place that let you fly and introduced you to freedom to the place where you stayed for a long time because you had to.

Which ones create memorable moments for you?

(Of course, it changed my way of looking at memories)