The Garden The Garden. Thats what we always used to refer it to. It was a place for shelter.
A place for refuge from the bustling city environment. People called us childish and immature for having such an insignificant meeting place but we never took their snarky remarks seriously. To them it was just a garden but to us it was a sacred place of fertility. Fertility of knowledge and ideas, far away from our modern Waste Land. We would gather together and brainstorm thoughts and personal revelations. We would heal our ears that have been damaged from the piercing city noise. Our entire youth have been fed and nourished in The Garden. It was our Eden and we were going to return back. The car stopped right next to the primitively rusted iron gate. There was always something special about this gate and it was the fact that no one knew how long the gate has been shut. The permanence of the closed gate seemed to repel people away from it. And us people, who are vulnerable to fear, never dared to travel past the gate. One day four young adults overcame that fear and made the impossible move by climbing over the gate. Back then we didnt know that this was to be our own Canaan. There was nothing strikingly promising about The Garden. To anyone elses eyes it was just an average garden with its essentials: trees, flowers, bushes, benches etc. Yet for some reason it felt perfectly comfortable to us. Its rare to find one of those things. Us mortals strive every day of our lives searching for perfectly comfortable things. We want the perfectly comfortable house, the perfectly comfortable job, the perfectly comfortable girl etc. To us this garden wasnt just a garden. To us it was our perfect comfort. We got out of the car and walked towards the looming iron gate. We gave each other a look and started the ascent. Before we knew it, we were back in our paradise. The smell, the silent noise, it all came flooding back to us as if an impeccable torrent hit us. Yet the most attractive feature about The Garden was its tranquility. Things were natural. Everything was going how they were supposed to. The wind was sweeping the fallen autumn leaves, the benches were sitting still, the fountains were still eagerly thirsting for water. The whole scene would have appeared bleak to anyone. Melancholy with a pinch of serenity. However to us it was beautiful. The natural nature of it all awe-inspired us as we breathed in the nostalgic air surrounding us. Autumn has brought The Garden down to its most desolate state but it was merely part of nature, part of life. Autumn will then shift into the cold-hearted winter who will then be warmly embraced by Spring. Life is just a cycle and standing here in The Garden has reminded us of it. It was the truth that all of us have forgotten while our sanities were being vacuumed away by the cities. We used to sit here and stare brainlessly at the black night skin pierced with crystal stars, we always used to wonder how infinitely small we are. Planets formed, planets destroyed. It was just natures every day work. Compared to this it just
seemed outrageously ridiculous for us to worry about our every day problems. We value ourselves far too superior over a host of things. The top of the food chain, owners of a planet, creatures with the highest level of intelligence. But we are just laid flat on natures palm and whenever it wants to close its hand, will be the end of our time. We are just specks of dust floating around aimlessly in universes bedroom. To the bloated universe, we are essentially invisible. Yet we try so hard to express our invisible nature with visible paradoxes. We are greedy beings who see forward as the only direction. Progress is our only desired option leading us to miss moments in life that ultimately shape who we are. The trees far in the distance were shaking their branches as if waving to us. We never stop for a minute to wave back at them. Everything okay? You seem so out of it. Yeah. Just thinking. What thoughts are bobbling in your head? How rude we are. Us? Yeah. You and me? You and me included.
