Anything worth writing is inspired explicitly and without method.
I was traveling to my home from the closest restaraunt where I had just enjoyed a delicious burger and an interesting conversation with four of my friends. Its about a mile drive. I pulled into my drive-way, turned off the ignition and... well, I don't know how to explain it. My world just stopped. Everything just froze. Complete silence. Cars wizzing by at 50 miles an hour made a barely audible hum. The voice's of the neighboring children playing jumprope out in their yard echoed in the distance of eternity, and I found my self staring and a lone tree in the field across the highway. Watching as the wind rustled the leaves, slowly. Almost poeticly. I thought, "How beautiful!" I found amazement in this lone tree. It signified something to me. This beautiful green, lucious tree stood alone in a baren, dry, highly unpleasing field, yet it said something, it said it boldy. "Though I stand alone in all that is corrupt, I will be great."
I've been pretty down on myself lately, wondering if all I do is really worth it, and this tree was my sign. I started to think how me and this tree relate. To be honest, I don't consider myself the greatest there ever was. I know my accomplishments. They are many, though not amazing. I managed to come out in a highly prejudice area, literally I'm the only gay male for hundreds of miles. After which, I became president of the National Honor Society chapter in my school. I also maintained my status as Valadictorian and Captian of the basketball team.
All this is great, and true accomplishments but I was still not confident in myself. Don't ask me how, I just wasn't ok. This tree, in a matter of two minutes, changed my entire outlook on my life. On how people work. The tree replicated in nature what I have become to my small community. Isn't it amazing? How you can go about your life in a mildly entertaining, and unamusing style, then something like a tree in a field comes along and changes you. Nature talks, if your willing to listen. Not be a hippy, but thats how I see it.
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