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‘The tree with a thousand stories’


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          Story 4

          Belonging

“ Do you choose your cradle or it chooses you?”

…where is home?

It was a question that often came up but they never really tried to find an answer; it never was the right time to think about it and it always touched a nerve in both of them when someone else was asking.

The way they were living was a choice…their choice and throughout the years both of them agreed that when the time is right or when a place will feel like home they will stop traveling and maybe “grow roots”, as others do.

Seeing the world was what they always wanted…discovering the unknown was like a drug for both of them and even if the wonders of the Universe made them feel at home wherever they’ve been, they never felt like belonging.

What it feels like to belong?

Some say it’s an invisible link between your soul and a place…

They never believed that the soul could ever be pinned to one place…the soul it’s free, it’s free to travel from one place to the other, from one time to the next…

How can it belong?

Some try to find an answer all their life and eventually give up and settle down…they stop in one place and surrender their soul to it.

They both believed that the soul should choose their resting place…the place that some day they will truly call home, where their journey will end and a new chapter in their life will begin.

***

It was the coldest morning of the month…winter was still the master of the ground, spreading its thick white cover followed by a frosty heavy wind.

They were driving through this small town, when something out of place, captivated their attention…

…an old, strange shaped tree on top of a small hill looking down into the heart of this small and somehow charming town.

She asked him to stop the car…mainly because she felt somehow pulled to this place and because he was driving for six hours and they both needed some rest.

“ Doesn’t that look interesting?”, she asked with a curious voice.

“ What does?”, he was paying too much attention to the heavy snow on the road and saw the tree up the hill just as he turned around.

“ That tree…it’s odd, but I feel the need to walk up there and look at it more closely “, she said very determined to feed her curiosity.

“ It’s very cold and I am worried about the car…we should find a B&B and maybe stay over night”, he said with a serious voice.

She agreed with the condition that once the snow and the wind will stop he will accompany her in a walk up the hill to that mysterious tree.

“ Fine…I am not sure why we have to do this but you are making me eager to find out the story of that tree…if it has one “, he said smiling.

There was something about this place that made both of them feel at peace, which it wasn’t a well-known feeling for either of them. In their travels they had their own share of adventures, quests, amazing discoveries, dangerous journeys which made them feel more alive than anything but nothing made them feel…peace…just wonderful silence that fuels the soul.

They’ve waited a couple of hours, had some breakfast at a nearby B&B and once the sky cleared and the snow became more crisp at every step…they walked back along the road until they’ve reached a clear path towards the hill.

For the first time, they didn’t speak too much with each other…both of them were somehow fascinated by the look and shape of the tree.

“ It looks like it’s one of a kind…but at the same time it belongs to this scenery “, she said with a light in her eyes holding his hand tighter than before.

“ You’re right…I don’t remember seeing anything like it “, he was starting to get more interested in what they will find once they’ve reached the top.

It felt like it took longer than it should have….maybe because as they’ve got closer and closer, they’ve became more intrigued questioning more and more…not just the tree itself but their intentions.

Why was this place more special than any other?

Once they’ve made it to the top, the only thing they could think of was where to sit down and rest…from the bottom of the hill it didn’t look like a long walk but the thick snow made it harder and longer.

After a few minutes of catching their breath, here they were…intrigued.

The tree looked down into the heart of this small, unknown town that seemed the most peaceful place on Earth… and it held all the history of all the people, that left a mark on its trunk.

“ It’s fascinating…”, she said running her hand through all the carvings on the tree.

“ All the stories that this tree holds…if it could only speak…” he said smiling.

“ There is so much life in this one place and so much peace as you look down “, she turned around and gave the town another look…but it wasn’t just a look, it was so much more than that.

“ This is it… “ , she said with a slight hint of joy in her voice.

He looked at her amazed…amazed because he felt the same…

“ I never felt like this anywhere before…for the first time I know that we belong here “, she couldn’t believe what she was saying…It’s been just a few hours since they’ve arrived and she felt home.

Where is home?

Home is where you feel the peace…the silent message of your soul, telling you that you belong…

Some journeys in our life are long and full of questions to which we can never find the answers…some quests are short and surprisingly wise.

What we sometimes fail to see it’s that the journey it’s always there…it’s our own way of finding our destiny…our home.

…and there are a few journeys where we are just silent travellers and we let ourselves be taken to where we should be…the choice it’s not always ours.

Note from the author

This month I’ve tried to tell four different stories linked to one place, ‘a tree’…

The idea behind it was to show how everything around us it’s linked…how emotions and moments of our lives are connected. From the young love which wants to become eternal, the writer looking for inspiration to the pain of a memory and the discovery that we all belong somewhere…each and every story has one thing in common…a place in time, that lives because it holds destinies and dreams of everyone that left a mark while following a journey.

‘The tree with a thousand stories’


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Story 3

A memory

“The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself”

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The sun wasn’t as warm as earlier…she could feel the wind playing through her hair as she was walking up the hill.

It’s been years since she was back and somehow this place looked the same, nothing seemed to change …everything was like a frozen motion picture.

She believed that time had stopped and no matter what she’s done while being away, it was completely insignificant.

She remembered all the reasons for leaving…she was curious, the world seemed to be too large and too exciting…she wanted more for herself…she wanted to discover what’s beyond that large field of yellow flowers, that always looked infinite…

So after many conversations with her parents she decided it was best for everyone if she would study abroad, maybe work a couple of years and just forget…

…yes, forget…

There’s only so many reasons one would suddenly decide that being far away from loved ones is the best choice…most of the times we are running from something much worse like guilt or pain…questions to which we do not have the answers…a broken heart that cannot truly heal in the presence of its sword.

Years went by and life has taken its course…she’s seen the world and it was beautiful, she’s graduated and she felt proud…happy, sometimes…but she stopped feeling, her heart never really healed as she’s imagined it would.

Life it’s not always how you plan it to be…the loss never seemed to leave her, the pain stayed somewhere in her soul and brought a darkness along, that she couldn’t chase away.

The painful reality was that when the love of her life died, she couldn’t be around anything that reminded her about him or them…the only way she knew how to stop the pain was running…running far away, where nothing and no one will ever seem familiar.

…without even realising, a part of her died as well that day…the part that lived and enjoyed the light, the part that allowed her to feel happiness and sadness.

She never felt lonely but she always chose to be alone…she never allowed anyone too close to see the darkness in her heart…to see that she was incapable of giving anything.

Today, she remembered that old tree on the hill she used to go to, whenever she felt the world was too much…when she just wanted a little bit of silence…when she wanted to be alone.

Even if nothing has changed in this town…she didn’t belong, it wasn’t hers anymore, but she still had that tree, that felt like home.

She managed to get to the top right about the time of sundown…the sky exploded in all the shades of red and orange and it looked like the earth is becoming one with the sky.

She set down and leaned against the tree…it was like a sweet touch of someone she once knew and for the very first time, she felt the most lonely person in the world.

…she was feeling lonely…

Her hands touched the trunk of the tree and between all the names carved into it, she found his…and everything she ever wanted to forget…everything she ever wanted to run from…they all came back to her.

…she cried and she cried like never before…

After so many years of hiding from the true experience of loss and loneliness, she felt flooded by all these emotions she couldn’t explain…

Her heart somehow felt whole again…she couldn’t take her hands of the carving because that would mean she is letting go of him…of them…of all the memories.

Even then, the feeling of loneliness didn’t disappear…as she felt closer to him, she felt more and more alone…because that was the harsh truth…she was alone, he would never come back to her…but the memories, the feelings she locked away for so long…would live on forever.

That meaningless carving in the trunk of an old tree it’s now a memory that she would always come back to, whenever she feels she’s drifting again towards darkness or just to remember him.

The writer:

“Sometimes loneliness it’s not such a bad thing….being alone can teach us how to feel again…and feeling anything is the first step we take back to the world…back to our destiny”

‘The tree with a thousand stories’


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Story 2

Inspiration

“ You can find what you’re looking for in the most familiar places…”

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He always wanted to be a writer …it was his only dream.

But life never seemed to open the right doors for him…there were tens of rejection letters from different book publications, none of them with a straight forward answer as why they didn’t like his work or why it wasn’t ready to be published.

These constant failures didn’t seem to stop him from writing, he truly believed that this was the reason he was born, to enlighten the world through his words.

He never wanted the glory or the fame of a successful writer, who constantly travels to promote his work, to sign his books for his bellowed readers…he wanted to make a difference in someone’s life, he wanted his work to be the only thing he would leave behind once he would die, maybe a legacy of hope.

He lived in the same town all his life and his family fortune gave him freedom to pursue his dream without worrying about money or how tomorrow’s day will look like.

People always say, “ you can never have everything “…but what does everything means?

Maybe for him everything was his work…so without it, he had nothing!

For others he seemed to have everything…a wealthy family, his health, great opportunities to follow in his father’s footstep and become the new CEO of a successful Investment Company.

He sometimes contemplated on this for long hours…how his life has had two completely different angles, why is it that he could not see what others saw – an amazing life, maybe because what he had wasn’t ever what he really wanted…but then would he be happier as an accomplished writer but poor?!

These were always questions that troubled him deeply…

…he had one place, where all his troubles seemed to go away; he went there almost every day, just before sunrise, when the air was just a little bit cold but made him feel more alive than anything else.

It was far from the house and it always took a few deep breath to climb up the hill, but once he reached the tree, it felt like he arrived home…a place that made him feel safe and protected.

He never brought his work with him here…for so many years he wanted to keep this place untainted by failure and disappointment, so he never used to write or think about writing…

It was the single place in the world where he could be him, without the need of feeling happy and loved or rejected and un-accomplished.

He used to watch the sunrise an imagine his life from different perspectives…he never thought he was unhappy…his parents loved him dearly and made an effort to show him, but never really tried to understand him; they’ve already planned his life from the moment his was born, what he will study, what would he become, who will he marry…

Years were passing quickly and somehow he got lost in all these unwritten plans…he lost himself and suddenly felt like his life doesn’t make sense anymore.

Maybe this was the reason his writing wasn’t what it should be…

Who was he?

Maybe he just couldn’t see what was wrong or maybe he needed to find himself somehow, to resurface to life and allow himself to live again…accepting all that he was.

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For no reason he could think off…today he brought his notebook with him.

It was especially hard to get to his spot as it rained all night and the grass was wet and slippery…today he felt somehow different.

After years of trying to understand his life and find a way of feeling worthy of it…today he felt he had the courage to take a different step.

When he reached the tree he felt out of breath but all he wanted was to sit down on the blanket and write…there were so many ideas in his head, all completely different from anything he ever wrote before, but that made him even more eager and excited…

….Excited…it was a while since he felt this way; maybe today could be the first day of the rest of his life!

The sun was rising and everything around it seemed to slowly come to life…and with it a new writer was born!

A writer, who’s name would be carved in the trunk of that tree for eternity…

 Note from the author:

Life sometimes plays around… it makes dull things exciting and bright things less interesting. We all are on a journey of discovery…of ourselves and of each other.

Not everything is what it seems and it’s our destiny to find that time and that place that brings out the best in us.

Inspiration is everywhere…if you’re a writer, a painter or just someone who’s looking for something more…

Our dreams and hidden desires are just next to us, waiting to be revealed…