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I have known too many things, so much more that I ever wished.
I am tired. No, exhausted is probably more appropriate word.
I have decided to visit this place to take a break, since I began to think that human beings are just too selfish to bear. After all, where is the best place to relax and do some thinking other than the place where everything began?
Look at those rivers, they used to looked like bright, transparent , sparkling snakes, stretched from the top of the mountains to the seashores. The mountains? Oh, they used to be covered by green, lush trees and bushes, each decorated with beautiful, multi-colored flowers. Between the mountains and the sea, lowlands perfectly contoured into various of terrains and landscapes: yellowish-green savannah with flowerbeds, heaps of little hills here and there, greenish-blue lake, white hot sands on the beach burned by the sun, and those pretty reefs on the shallow part of the sea.
But now?
The rivers and lakes turned into dark and smelly load of sludge, while the mountains and hills have lost their green coats. The savannah has gone, not to mention the pretty little flowerbeds that now are replaced with a brown, monochrome, boring earth field. The beaches are now dirty, no white sands anymore. The beautiful reefs have perished as well. What did happen? Who did steal the beauty of this planet?
Men. Homo sapiens. Human beings.
They built up factories, set up sewage pipes to flow toxic waste to the river, constructed tall chimneys that infuse highly polluted air to the used-to-be bluesky. They cut up the trees, cleared the bushes, all for the sake of gaining more revenue. Get more profit. Everything is a mess now.
Hence, I decided to take a break here. The land where there is a bright light instead of sun, where a beautiful garden with abandoned swings lay, guarded by tall gates made from shiny silver. I sit on a bench near the swings, trying to relax, when a woman with eyes as brown as her waist-long hair appoach me.
“Taking a break, father? What would be happening on earth when you stay here?” she asks me with her soft, bird-like voice. I smile as I see the wreath of rosewood decorated with white daisies on her head. Or maybe I smile just because I see her, since her presence has that effect to almost everyone. Who wouldn’t feel happy when they are near to the nature?
“Yes, Mother Nature. I feel a little exhausted. I have paused the time on earth, don’t you worry. I’m its father anyway,” I answer as she sit on one of the abandoned swing in front of me.
“What is wrong, Father of Time? Why are you so tired? I could swear there are more wrinkles on your face than the last time I saw you. When would that be? Five hundreds years ago?” she asks as she begins to swing slowly.
“I’m not sure, is that five hundreds years ago or eight hundreds? Well, I decided to take a break because the human beings are getting more and more unbearable. Don’t you think so, Mother Nature? Since it was your children that they destroy,” I reply, surprised when I see her still smiling instead of turn the smile into a frown.
“Well, my children are strong, don’t you mind about them. They would always stand up again, every time they got punched down. So don’t worry, don’t worry about them. It’s the human beings I am worried about,” as she finishes her sentence, finally, she frowns.
“Ah, why should we worried about them? It’s they who destroy the nature, disturb the eternal cycle of life. They should be punished for that, in my opinion,” I hesitated a bit before continues, “I began to think to stop my child from working, actually. Forever. For good.”
She looks surprised and take a moment before answering, “I guess that measure is not yet needed. Not yet. I think human beings still need more time to learn. Yes, Father of Time, I think it is your child who will give them the lesson at last.”
“You really think they could learn? The thick-headed creatures, roaming everywhere on earth, extracting everything they could, not giving attention to the beautiful things they have destroyed?”
“Yes, there is still hope. A hope for them to learn how to balance the extraction and the destruction. A hope for them to dicover how to heal the wounds they have inflicted to the nature. A hope for them to give more value to their surroundings. A hope for them to finally realize that they are the one who need the environment, not the opposite. As long as there is hope, I don’t think you should stop your child working,” she get up from the swing and smile as she adds, “They need your child, more than anything. They need more time.”
“Do you really think that there is still hope?” I ask her as she opens the silver gate smoothly.
“There is always hope, Father of Time. No matter how bad the situation is, there will always be a way to turn things around. There will always be,” she smiles serenely as she steps out from the garden.
