I'm not exactly sure how I got here. I hadn't really planned on coming here.
I've never actually been to this spot before, yet it fills me with a sense of
deja vu. I was just running, running with a reckless abandon I've never
experienced before, running so hard that the world blurred and time stopped,
when the next thing I knew I had stopped here.
I guess I've always had some connection to the wilderness. The trees are so
solemn, so protecting, so understanding. There's just something about being
under their leafy cover that seems to calm me. The grass, soft as it tickles my
skin and the occasional chatter of birds, combined with the delicate strands of
sunlight that trickle through the branches, have a healing effect on me.
The pure vastness of the forest is clearing for the mind. It makes you realize
how much is going on outside of you and your petty problems. Sometimes we can't
understand how many things are going on outside our line of sight: deaths and
births, dreams and realities, failures and successes, so many things we don't
see. Some people may find it frightening, because by admitting that you are
not involved in all of the world's dealings, you also accept the fact that that
world is not all about you.
But to me it is comforting.
Being a part of something so large, so beautiful.
Knowing that the world will keep spinning, the trees growing, no matter what
happens to me, that they'll always be there is comforting to me. Even through
all the chaos, there is still the constancy of ongoing life, and realizing this
helps me to go on. I use a rock for a pillow, rest my arms behind my head, and
close my eyes.
The grass rustles and a warm breeze blows. I smile.
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