Maybe You Need a Tree Hole Too
They say in ancient times, people go into the mountains and the forests to find a tree hole, and tell the tree hole their secrets, then they seal the hole with some mud, and the secrets would stay there forever.
I guess everyone needs a tree hole. People have too much pressure nowadays. Under pressure, either we run, or we endure. For some people, run is not even an option. So they endure, and endure, and endure, until one day they explode. Yet they don’t talk. They are so afraid that everyone else is everything but themselves. They are the same; they are so different; they feel lonely, and so do you.
Maybe that’s why water is something incredible. It’s liquid; it’s smooth; it floats and it heals. It demands just a crack to sneak in, but a large space to fill out. It’s like time, something subtle, yet so real. Then one day someone told me: don’t think about time, think about life.
Imagine years ago when you were still a little girl. You were wearing a sunflower dress, with a huge hat, and you would run into the forests to chase squirrels. Then once in a while you would stop to pick the flowers, to taste the creeks, and if you were lucky, you would find a tree hole too. Then you would sit down there and talk and talk, until you fall asleep, until the world falls asleep.
People try too hard; maybe it’s time to step back, or even step out, stop, and breathe. If you’re fortunate, you could find someone to talk with, listen to, and laugh together, be happy together, be stupid together. That’s enough for me.
Maybe you need a tree hole too. Be relieved, be safe.