Posts Tagged ‘nature’

The Road

(April 5th, 2010) Dear Planet Earth,

With
miles of
asphalt
beneath
the shoes
on your feet,
there is such
an intense
feeling of
skimming
the vast surface of
the crust of the Earth.
This feeling, this tingling
sensation that drives
through the body makes
one empowered with a
burst of energy. The driver
becomes the captain of the
seas,domineering over the
road. Objects whirl past the
window in a matter of seconds
as the rubber tires endure another
feisty mile along the sizzling pavement,
 fried from the direct sunlight. The
landscape is similar to the picturesque 
scenery in those all-terrain vehicle
commercials. Road trips profoundly bring
out the quite meaningless but extraordinary
elements of your surroundings: the endless
fields of crops growing in the countryside, the
ancient wooden farmhouses breathing with
mysteries of a forgotten past, silos shining like
stars under the strong  heat of the blazing sun, fence
posts holding hands and cheering from along the sides
of the road for the metal machines that zip across from one
end to the other. Who can forget the rusty trucks with flaps
waving in the strong current of the wind or lugging some top
heavy machinery for miles. The experts, professionals,
geniuses of the road pulling
 on for more action on the elongated
network of highways and expressways. Who could forget the
awkward squeeze of passengers in the backseat, dreamily staring
out the window, pleading for an intricate sideshow on the wild
prarie grass, attempting to start that short piece of literature
wedged between the leather of the seat and the leg of the adjacent
person, all while zooming through the vortex of space at ninety miles
per hour. Trudging past the buffet of mixed messages circling the front
window of the vehicle: the advertisements for fizzing drink products or a
spectacular attraction at
 an upcoming exit. There’s just so much more
of a world out there on the open plains that any city-dweller, rushing
from malls to offices, apartment buildings to daycare centers, grocery stores
to cinemas, tends to avoid. Not once in life is there an opportunity of seeing a
clear, immaculate perception of that ominous horizon line hidden behind the
summits of buildings and tree branches. Not once in life have the clouds been painted
so delicately across the sky, leaving minute bursts of heavenly blue hue in certain  
areas. The road is out there. it may be a crooked, jagged, path, but it will never be forgotten.

The Less Taken Path

(March 12th, 2010)

Dear Car Riding, Gas Guzzling, Ignorant Planet Earth,

I’d like to make every day a day open to adventure. One where the eyes shift around the diverse landscape in every direction, admiring all of the earthy colors and natural architectural masterpieces.  And one breathes in the aroma of the trees and the after-effect of a rainfall to be fully enveloped in the real world. The world that we are provided, not one constructed solely by man. I’d like to step inside a consistently shifting world that shines a cheerful expression at the coming of the following season. In order to fully appreciate such a majestic world, it is really as simple as opening your eyes. What I mean is, opening up to the world around you and using all of your senses to admire it. This, I fear, is something left out of a busy work day: the simple ability to be conscious of your surroundings. A contemporary worker is droned out under the barbaric noise of a Blue-tooth headset or trapped inside a car: such an object that shields oneself from the outside world. As for myself, I feel that almost every day I can manage to catch a mighty breath of the outside world. I walk about 1.67 miles every day to get home from school. This type of activity has given rise to questioning of some students that I am familiar with. They are so used to driving from place to place in the nick of time or at least catching a ride from their friend. I do agree that driving would make the process of transportation largely smoother, but without my daily walk I just feel like a large part of me is left out of each day. As a person strongly opposed to any sort of athletic sport,  I do believe that walking is enough to get myself into shape. Physical education just forces people to do activities that they don’t want to do, so there is little, if any motivation. On my walk, I just feel so alive since I am in touch with what is around me. Walking just leads to this feeling of strength and power.  I feel as though every stride that I take has meaning towards something great. Some days I eventually feel like running to release all the strength I have accumulated from this path, this winding sidewalk that I follow for 1.67 miles. I take it all in: the trees, the grass, the sky, and I feel something that others may not experience on a day-to-day basics. I look at the cars zooming past me and I just ignore it. Not once have I felt any sort of jealousy that they could get to where they are heading faster. I look at them and see all of their suffering. I watch them wait in traffic and I can just feel the negative vibes flowing from their automobiles. I feel like smiling, I feel as though I’m doing the right thing by getting exercise, by not wasting gasoline, by taking in my surroundings. People in the cars that zoom past think they have all the power, but they are wrong. I know there will be a day, though, when I follow in their footsteps. When I get my license and my walking days would just flow out the window. Poof! All of the memory lost. I cherish it now because I am young and I know that at heart I am the champion of the sidewalks.

Relax

(February 16th, 2010)

Dear Planet Earth,

The far-away state of relaxation is one that is strived for by many.
In such a world where trecherous grey clouds haunt the sky like ghosts for hours
Where the dirty, mossy color of snow is spilt across the sidewalks and streets, pushed around by smog-expelling SUV’s and trucks.
Where nature just doesn’t make things turn out the way you want them to. When piles of mess push you back as you attempt to cross the sidewalk.
What’s the point of avoiding the outdoors? Since when has nature ever been a problem in our lives. The wild rabbits, deer, and other creatures deal with its severity, from strong winds to tempermental downpours of rain, why have humans just grown to go against it? We supply ourselves with soft, smooth, comforting homes to flee from the power of nature. We turn large ceder trees into chairs and tables to adjust to our so called “human-ness”. We are happy… but are we really?
I mean, inside such buildings the same sources of threat from outdoors  flow indirectly into mental and physical pain of being indoors.
Lack of sunlight, headaches and nausea from overuse of computers, iPods, and televisions. There is no safe place, it seems.
Stuck inside a power-ridden house after a thunderstorm crashes through the air. Trapped inside a hidden jail. Where is a safe place now?
Where can I go for relaxation?
Beach- in our minds we see the pleasently structured sand, the endless waves, and eternal sunlight. Heading towards the nearest beach is a trash-contaminated nightmare. The grinding of sand against your tired feet. After the water, any part of the beach sticks with you as you depart. Real and ideal collide, forming a cluster of mixed messages.
So where is relaxation exactly? Over there? Over here? Well, it could be anywhere if you set your mind to it.