Trees are Nice Part II.

Have you ever thought of how substantial a role trees have played in story telling since.. forever?

Okay, maybe not forever.
I don't think many trees were depicted in cave art.

But somewhere along the lines of time, someone must have appreciated what character trees have.
A tree of sunshine
A tree of shadows
A tree breathes.
Shadows creep and crawl over them, pass through their nooks and crannies......
A tree has a certain beauty about it, a breathe of fresh air.
They're a place to hide, a place to rest, a place to climb, a place for some shade..

I hope i always love trees this much.
I hope i always look at life this way.



Today in English, we had to write a sentence about what values our parents had imbued in us..
I realized that my parents imbued (holy vocab!) me with a great appreciation for life.
If i had to pick one part of me that i am most grateful for, it's my appreciation for both the big and the small, for art, for literature, for curiosity, for learning.. really, for life. So thanks mom and dad :)

I realize there must be a certain relief in cynicism. A certain satisfaction. Because there will ALWAYS be something to be cynical about, the well of misfortune will always have water,
and plus..
Caring takes effort.

I think...
I think cynics need a point. A point to life, a point to caring, a point to liking trees, and me sitting here writing about liking trees.
But i think.. i think.
:)
I mean. I think i think! A lot. Too much, really.( This is reflected by my style of writing)
But when you look for the point you go around in circles. When you look for that specific variable, that x value that makes something worthwhile.. it's not there. What makes something worthwhile is not, or may not always be..tangible.
That's what I think.

For a while, i kept trying to find the POINT to why I do what I do, why anyone does what they do.
And i mean this in the least depressing way possible, but i think.. i think there is no point. There's nothing you can hold in your hand or put in your pocket, sometimes seemingly nothing to show at all, when you ask why.
But.. but if you live that way, i truly think you miss so much.

This is my problem with my education. Or rather, my experiences with the institution of education i am part of. You do nothing unless you can have tangible proof of success.. of why you did it. A grade, something to get you in a club, or look good on your college application. Nothing for the sake of it.. nothing just because. Nothing for the "worthwhile" that is not tangible, but that is... part of a satisfying life. Part of appreciating.
THIS, is what students today are truly being taught. You do X, you get Y. You have proof of what you have accomplished, and so, if you do not have such proof, it's not worthwhile.

Well guess what.
I don't agree, and I don't want to live that way.

I don't need proof of why it's worthwhile to like trees. To appreciate the beauty of nature.
Because those kind of questions leave you hollow and bitter. That kind of need is one that will leave you more unsatisfied than ever before.

So i care.

About trees.
About.. envelopes. I respect the envelope dude.
I care about paper, I care about nature.
I care about the color brown.
I care about myself. I care about the people around me.
I care about my best friend. I care about music. I care about art. About writing.
I care about .. eating a banana every morning while my mom reads the paper and i read the comics.
I care.

I think it's when your unhappy that you start asking why ..
Why am i unhappy, why do i care, why anything and everything?


But here it is.
When you look for the point.
You miss out on what you're looking at.

I could have been a cynic.

But then, the world would be missing out on one heck of an optimist.

:)
Yours Truly, Optimisticly, and Honestly,
             Lemony
p.s. A lemon without venom!