Each
day, when I see so many things around me that seem to be able to work and rest
at the same time, I always wish I could understand their secret. When trees
sway and shake in the wind, they seem to be working hard, tossing their limbs
around in a spirited way, but they also seem completely calm and comfortable.
Perhaps their secret is that they don’t resist the wind, but simply lean back
and let go, so the wind actually is the worker, not the trees. In this way,
trees, it could be, can sway for hours and days in almost a restful way. I see
this also in the leaves as they fall in autumn, insouciantly sailing to the
ground as though they’re almost sleeping instead of working, and yet covering,
in a matter of days, limitless square miles of land with their colors. This is
an astonishing achievement, one that would take we humans a supreme effort, and
yet the leaves accomplish it in the quietest, comfiest way. I could learn from
these peaceful laborers, these trees and their leaves that look like they love
their work. I could learn to lean back and laugh as least as often as I strain
and struggle. I could float more often like fall leaves do, or sway with
troubles instead of scuffle with them, sway like leaves and trees that take
life easily and thus live both forcefully and softly.
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