I am a tree, standing firm in the middle of a field, ready to take everything that will come and offer everything that I possess.
When the wind blows harder on me, I don’t confront that. No, I don’t, I won’t, I can’t. I know, that would be a failure. I just conform to wind as long as I can and then I surrender as confrontation is not my disposition. The wind blows me with itself with all its pride and power. My little leaves detach from me and I just see that happen helplessly. The wild wind takes me to places and I, lifeless and leaf-less, yield in its direction, agreeing on what winds says to me and what it wants from me.
When the wind calms downs, when its power gets drained, it leaves me in some unknown grassland where there are no standing trees, just the dead ones like me. Then I wonder why wind did this to me? And I find no answer to my affliction.
So that was the spring for me, the autumn has yet to come. But I, being a tree, will take what comes to me and will offer what I possess.
A little about Analogies: Does it happen to you that when you see an object or anything around you, it gives you a thought that defines the life quite perfectly and leaves you contemplative for a moment? Well, that’s what Analogies is all about. By simple things around us, what can we perceive about life. Can we really see life through what is already visible?