My heart is like that confused butterfly, hypnotized by the fleeting happiness. In my confusion, I race out into the open, trying to fill my lungs with a bit of fresh air and tickle my nostrils with the smell of wet earth. I go out to feel the sun slowly paint my skin with hope and positivity that everything I’m feeling right now is temporal, that it shall soon pass away. I see the happiness running up the hillock like a child, calling out to me behind him. I keep chasing it, summitting the same hillock numerous times only to find barrenness at the top. The child has now started running down the other side. I sit to catch my breath for a while and loose him behind the dense cluster of Rosewood and Red Sanders. Tired, I watch him leave, smiling as if he was mocking me.
I feel the fluttering in my chest extend to the soles of my feet. My mind takes out in a sprint after the boy, frantically looking for the boy with certain exasperation. I find myself walking faster and faster, my body trying to outrun my mind. Unaware to acknowledge that the boy is not only one. He’s around me. He’s everywhere in the jungle. He’s in the Rosewood trees and Melaleuca shrubs. He’s in their flying leaves that meet in the air. He’s in the squirrel racing the hillock along with me. He’s in the sparrow hopping from branch to branch. He’s in the eagle opening it’s wings and hugging the sky in a warm embrace.
I forgot that happiness is not one but scattered in those small small things of our day to day life. And nature has immense healing power. It can not only heal your body but also fix your heart and mend your soul. Sitting there on that rock, looking at that eagle in the sky, I felt free, like I was flying with it. It was liberating, wholesome and peaceful.
Last modified: October 5, 2020
