A life of a nomad, who doesn't belong to a particular place or origin, doesn't feel a sense of missing someone back home, that life that is no different from a small birdling which flew away in autumn, wide spread yellow horizon of decaying leaves, in search of new home, new companions. It may seems like a reminiscence, but it a story to be foretold. The birdling can fly to heights, can reach to other shores, but at the end it has to build its own nest, to be at home. A small plant on the other hand, stays at a place thrives maintaining a balance with the surroundings, gives more than it takes.
A sense of turmoil always surrounds a heart which fears an unseen future. Isn't that the way predator which feeds on the fear thrives. A plant which grows to reach heights while its roots deepens and strengthens, removes that sense of fear by providing shelter once it is sufficient.
We all are nomads in our own way, birdlings in our way and a plant in our own way, with constant effort to thrive and sustain. A sense of turmoil is always around, knowing that we don't know what will happen, the predictability of the unpredictable.
Nomad is not just a bunch of people, it's a way of living, a way of thoughts, it's a crunchy leaf which dropped in the river and covered miles and miles before stopping at the shore.
But that's life and that's how it goes. Its all about how things move and move and move until they are 'still'. Beyond it , again unpredictability! I chose not to be a nomad but to be that plant which will thrive and will give the sense of protection to the birdling which has come for far land in search of nest.
A sense of turmoil always surrounds a heart which fears an unseen future. Isn't that the way predator which feeds on the fear thrives. A plant which grows to reach heights while its roots deepens and strengthens, removes that sense of fear by providing shelter once it is sufficient.
We all are nomads in our own way, birdlings in our way and a plant in our own way, with constant effort to thrive and sustain. A sense of turmoil is always around, knowing that we don't know what will happen, the predictability of the unpredictable.
Nomad is not just a bunch of people, it's a way of living, a way of thoughts, it's a crunchy leaf which dropped in the river and covered miles and miles before stopping at the shore.
But that's life and that's how it goes. Its all about how things move and move and move until they are 'still'. Beyond it , again unpredictability! I chose not to be a nomad but to be that plant which will thrive and will give the sense of protection to the birdling which has come for far land in search of nest.
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