A Beautiful Epiphany

Ever been in dumbfounded moment of revelation that everything that happens is for a reason that you can see so philosophically?

Looking outside the window, I can't help smiling to myself about how obsessed I am with the quote "autumn is such a beautiful season; yet everything is dying". It was probably because I see it everyday. Autumn doesn't last forever in the plant side. It's passed on. To us humans. And then back again. Thus it repeats. But if noticed, autumn is more of a human phase rather than a season. The trees look absolutely stunning. 

So does the girl in front of me. Like everyone who despised beauty and threw rocks at diamonds, I can't help admit that i once thought she was what everyone used to say. Since she's wearing shorts, it didn't take much time while i was passing by to notice the marks on her thighs. They were claws. Jagged lines that ended abruptly. Scars. Never had anyone looked more beautiful. I have to admit, I couldn't help admiring them. They were beautiful in a way that a face of clear skin could never be, a kind that couldn't even be compared to eyes the color of oceans or peachy lips. No. They were much more beautiful. Like the grey edges of a sky after it's just rained. Or like the spark in the air after lightning. 

That's where the trees come in. Still keeping the scars in my mind, I look out of the window. Behold, the beautiful autumn trees. As I watch the trees progress from fully clothed to just bare branches, I realize that's what we all are. Dying. Rooted to toxins. Toxins of the world. We have no choice but to face the seasons. They are our phases. Now with this, you'd probably think I'd start with the society-is-destroying-us topic. But no. 

Only yesterday had i learnt in biology that plants have a hormone present in them that inhibits growths. It basically makes leaves wither. Leaves which are toxic. Or to supply enough food for the entire plant. This hormone is 'inside' the plant not 'outside' it. The same toxins are inside us. We decapitate ourselves. Slowly, pieces by pieces. Shredding ourselves so that society can see they've won. So that the entire society functions together now that your self-esteem has shattered and you feel no more than just another paper-cut victim. 

And we think we've destroyed ourselves and now everyone else is happy. Too blind to see us drowning in our own tears. As if on cue, a bird flies by. That's when I realize in this self-destructive process, we bring pain and without knowing we push everyone away from ourselves. Where are you more likely to find a bird? On a tree of bare branches where there is no shade or on a leafy one? It's not like the tree knows that because of it's own form that now birds no longer come. These birds re the people in our lives. Now it goes both ways. We push them away. But also some of them are the ones who're only around with beauty and good fortune. Sometimes nature can say so much. 

The thing is : we're all dying. Deep down somewhere we're poisoned. But instead of hating ourselves and self-destructing, we can unlike trees, our ourselves, can't we?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[NIDHI S]

Once I met this beautiful girl and at first we didnt click but eventually we delved into eachother and become no less than one. And she taught me everything I know today but she's kinda far away. I hope she reads this and realises the beauty in her. Oh, and the fact that she can sing too.
Loved this.

[Michelle A]

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