Max Cornett- Environmental Interaction

The water crashed against the rocks as the wind whistled through my ears. Sitting by the water, I could just make out the bridge, cars passing each other in smooth succession, all trying to get to their destination. There is a sharp juxtaposition here between the water’s movement and the movement of the cars. The water moves in a constant rhythm, proud and sure, back and forth against the rocks. The cars move in a feverish attempt to reach somewhere, something, someone. I think about the ways in which human nature is to wish and search for belonging, while geographical nature is to stay where you are and make beauty and peace around you. I look around behind me to see the grass bending side to side, dancing in whatever way the wind decides to move it. The weeds, yellow little flowers, move as well, pleasant as the tiny ants keep them company.

    Why don't we as humans root ourselves like the grass, the trees, the weeds? We spend so much time searching for the thing that will hopefully complete us, things like love, acceptance, wealth, intelligence, that we forget to ground ourselves and breathe. We are always on the move, constantly aching for the next steps, the next anchoring event, the next point of reference. And the trees, the grass, the weeds and the flowers stay rooted, laughing at our constant journey for belonging as they are rooted in blissful understanding.