Nature heals better than anything
I had felt a strange incompleteness in my life a few days ago.
I wasn’t completely happy. Not sad. Just empty
I couldn’t say I was bored. I seeked TV or phone everytime I felt so and even used to laugh but I always felt something missing. I was too confused. It is like you don’t know what you want, can’t tell anybody whats wrong, life just seems a thing that ultimtely leads nowhere
One day, I was looking through my bookshelf(which mostly has textbooks I don’t want to read) and found a book, an old one.
Once Upon a Monsoon Time, by Ruskin Bond. The book is about little Ruskin and his single father James Bond (not the detective) who together planted trees at a deserted place in Dehra. In the end of the book, when the author returns to the place to see his father’s dream coming true, he sees a seemingly endless line of trees in a place which was once deserted. The creatures on the trees were making sounds probably marking territory. The author moves through the lane. His father’s dream had come true. Trees were moving.
I had read that book almost five years ago when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I decided to reread it to refresh my memories. What a time I had reading it!!!
I understood now what was missing from my life, I was getting too distant from the gifts of nature. I remember myself getting up early in the morning and getting to my roof to feel the chill air. Going on long walks with a stray dog (I called him Sheru) and a lot of things like that.
Seeking pleasure in artificial things all the time and forgetting the beautiful, wonderful, peaceful gifts of nature was one of the biggest mistakes in my life.
I woke up early today and went to see the stars in the night. I wondered if someone may be seeing me from there as I am.
Daffodils, one of my favorite poems...
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Nature feels better than anything.
Nature heals better than anything.
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