My relationship to nature in a nutshell

 

A journal entry

I am attracted to nature as a theory. Here I said it.

I am a theoretical nature lover. That said it appears as if more clarification is needed so not to give the wrong impression. 

Pictures, drawings, detailed descriptions of far and close environments, they all move me, they make me yearn and wish that I was there to see it with my own eyes. Look at the mountains, so green on the horizon, walk that trail that stretches as far as the eye can see full of undiscovered promises. Sit next to the bubbling stream following a twig, or a leaf, or a dotted trout jumping over the small rapids. Or better yet set my eyes on the unending blue of the Atlantic ocean imagining the opposite shore and marvel, again and again,  at the small sailing boats that dare to conquer its vastness. 

In reality this endless attraction is clouded with earthy concerns and physical discomforts. Unlike the pictures and the faraway views, nature is not a clean sparkling appearance. The wind disturbs my hair and draw tears into my eyes, the bushes along the trail scratch my knees and the dirt fly into my face. The rich fauna next to the water, flies, mosquitoes and assorted bugs, zoom in my ears, attack any piece of exposed skin and the beautiful tranquil image, of sitting on the water edge, is shattered time and time again. 

I feel ashamed to admit such a vain approach to nature’s beauty and serenity but the truth has to be told for I forever express my love to nature in many words that are nothing but a fable, a clever tall tale.