A forgotten piece of land... allowed for time to let it grow... When plants grow they grow to survive... to compete, to out grow... the tenacity of nature at work... yet other times when u look more closely... perhaps to survive we have forgotten a part of ourselves... The part that does what is best for everyone, the part that is pure and beautiful and never a meshwork of vines and overgrown weeds that is the ugliest of human nature... There is little option for such a thing... in fact there is only one... we need to devegetate this piece of land and stop it before it is even worse... For we have lost... our sanity in this wilderness we created...
Whether u destroy this land and leave it bare... whether u do it now... whether u do it later it will still be the same... what is left is but a barren piece of land... devoid of all life and of all memories if there were any... But to ask yourself why? why? why? to kill a part of you for it is of no choice... to accept a piece of wilderness or to accept a piece of empty land there after that may bloom one day or not? to take that gamble?
Life is a gamble... No one knows what cards u are holding onto... whether u will win? whether u will lose? It is an irony because we ourselves have no idea what cards we are holding onto... but it is till the end when we show hand do we finally understand what we stand to win and lose... for some it will be a period of acceptance... for others a moment of joy that is a photo shoot forever embedded in memories as a day of celebration... yet a third special case... for the rare... a draw that leaves u a chance to go another round...
To destroy your own creation? is it not painful? where all the memories so fond so dear reduced... no is DECIMATED!!! Injection of some emotions will u plz? No matter how ugly something it is... when born out of your own two hands will u not feel the pain that is so sharp it pierces the soul so deep... If destroying was so easy... then your mother would have aborted u knowing that what she created would be ugly or stupid or fat or weak or what? What i am saying... I beckoning and reckoning the days... While u eradicate this wild creation of yours don't for a second take it for granted... As much unruly the forest I loved it so much I wanna cry... But to leave me no option it is the only way...
What of a piece of land? That has been scarred by flame... will the scar be forever persistent? A scar so deeply engraved in both parties memories and heart that shall never be forgotten... Red scars on the earth's surface like some scorch marks left by inhumane beasts... I beckon the deforestors to wake up and see their doing... the vast destruction that is their responsibility and what they call home!
What will become of it now? Perhaps a barren land from now on... then maybe a tormented forest would have been better? NO... because it is what is necessary... when things u want so much so dear... will breed unhappiness... when coersion will only lead to parasitism... when this way will stab yourself through the heart and numb the mind... it is to accept the truth that perhaps it may never be what u dream of now, the past or even in the future.. but doing what is necessary even if it means the future may be bleak after this... But it is all for that one chance... For that one chance which is no longer about the cards in your hands... but for a chance called... HOPE!!!
Perhaps with the purest of wishes... A hope may arise... To do what is truely not what u want it takes a heart of steel... to finally take that axe and chop down that tree... to kill and suffocate a part of yourself and then let time and nature heal itself... A seedling of hope u plant in this barren land after deforestation... will it survive? no one can for a 100% sure tell u a YES... T.T Now what is of the elements... the sun, the rain and maybe the lonely moonlight shall guide this young hope on its way... a single tree that shall grow and blossom and perhaps one day... just one day this tiny hope will heal the scars...
Yes... there are no cures for scars... a scar is a permanent mark... but with time this hope may just... with the slightest of chance survival... grow and lush the land... cover the scars and start a new chapter... overlying what was once a wrecked vegetation... at last shine through and become the true meadow that everyone wished for from the start...
I dun wanna stop what i want... but for the sake of everyone else... for u, and for myself... it is to accept... becuz there is only one option... and there is only an option of not to accept or accept... and I choose... to believe in that seedling... becuz... i still love u so much bro... T.T
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