Recently a very heavy thunder storm came and caused a lot of damage. In the morning one can see everything struck by a calamity; uncountable leaves, pieces of rubble, fallen trees, and broken wires. As I was wandering about the remains of heavy thunder I caught a sight of a tree in my lawn; almost fallen, tilted more specifically it was with half bared roots. It broke my heart because that was my favorite tree, that tree was not just a tree for me, I withhold all year for that tree to blossom beautiful white flowers. I envisage that tree every day in the desire it to blossom one day. That tree with blossomed white flowerets was always the inauguration of my spring.
I was hysteric that I might not able to see that tree again, I was afraid that I might not see my spring in this again because that tree was my validation of emotional depiction of spring. I thought that this is it, I had him this far and now it’s gone, I Endeavour to have consolation and conformation but It was all in vain, They said its dead. I never thought that tree was archly important to me; I reckoned what if I couldn’t see it Flower for another time, as it was just a tree………………
The days gone by the weeks and the months. After two months my father said “I think the tree is alive” he scratched the bark of it and see its flesh and the tree was alive!!, he got that it’s alive. I accounted deep down that I had lost hope, spring came and I forgot it. I don’t know why I restrained my expectation for that tree to blossom again. On a day, there was a surprise to my senses, I descried effloresce of two flowers on it and the next day more and then days after that and then subsequently all the tree was bloomed with white florets, which I cherished eminently. It hit me, although that tree can’t stand vertical and it was worst that can happen to a tree, it struggled. It thwarted when no one thought its alive, it withstood calamity, it hindered our carelessness towards it. Of course we thought that tree is dead , we thought tree was gone, but it didn’t surrender, it fought, and it fought all along. And that day I was standing in front of the tree I was thinking it has striven its worst calamity just because he remained consistent. That tree can’t stand straight, calamity has change its form as it is tilted but then I concluded , tree is working on it, and it didn’t fail to remember to flourish in the spring.
Thing is, it was not the tree who had forfeited pessimism it was me who did , I was the one who relinquished on the tree but tree didn’t, in the time when no one believed. Tree does not have emotions or feeling nor has the ability to get hurt by any other circumstances and accusations. It held consistent, do you think having emotion is bad and we do not stay consistent in calamity because we are too busy to blame one another Or to our circumstances or occupied to feel self pity or engaged in getting attention because something bad happened to us. We are too busy to give up hope rather to do something about it, this is the predicament that how we see the things. It was not the tree ,its life, it’s the essence and the perception that changes everything. Our thinking, our imagination, our perspective, our idealism, and if we can switch our Viewpoint then we are not in bad place, this world is not atrocious habitat because the calamity, the circumstances have to come in our day but the way we draw a picture of it or the way we react to that its where our life starts, our work begins, its where everything matters and its where differences are made.
Inspiration 