I have been perched here on the roof for long, but I’m not immortal.
I see life unfold around me every day, as people go about their business – in an anaesthetized, unthinking and inconsiderate manner. The urgency of their goals injects fear in me.
I have this recurring dream – the world will perish when the height of the garbage heap exceeds the tall trees. Or maybe, I will not live to see the world then. It is up to the trees to grow taller. I feel so relieved after shifting responsibility on to them.
The future is certainly not mine.
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I’m not sure the trees can grow that tall. We humans are adept at creating trash. Nice story, Reena.
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Thank you, Susan!
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A powerful message in just a few words Reena. It brings to mind the saying, “They can’t see the wood for the trees” , except “wood” should be replaced by “endlessly growing mountain of waste”. That’s not very catchy though.
Great writing.
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Thanks a lot!
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My existence is in danger, but who am I?
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Existential dilemma …
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I agree with Iain, we humans all to often blame the trees
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We are a victim of narrow vision and seeking immediate gratification.
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Blame the trees, a typical human reaction.
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Unfortunately so.
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