People tend to cling into something to define themselves.
Either as a ground to stand on, a point to look back, or maybe a belief to keep moving forward.
You know, I have this tree… or maybe plant? Creeping plant to be exact.
It's a Piper Betle. I planted this child about 12-13 years ago.
Previously, I always failed to raised this type of plant. They never survived, killed either by fungus, insect, snail, etc. But finally, I succeeded. It was growing healthily, creeping on my fence, spreading its leaves everywhere.
This plant has religious use in my region, even considered as sacred and have many myths surrounding it, so sometimes people ask for its leaves, or asking whether I have any seedling or so. I always glad to fulfill their requests, as this plant can be considered as my pride.
Today, that plant was cut down.
Sure, it's not fully cut down, but it lost about 70% of its body. Their argument was something along 'the plant needs to be cut down so the fence will looks better'(?)
I couldn't bring myself seeing them cut it down, but I have no voice here. Even if I refused, they will ask again few weeks later. Tbh the agenda itself already planned since last year but I always rejected it, yet it seemed they were fixated to finally doing it this time no matter what, that was why I relented to them.
When I saw their ‘finished work’… I don't know. I just felt… nothing.
Nothing, as in, I don't care anymore.
More than a decade worth of life, was cut down to make rows of cold steel to look good.
… I don't know. I just feel nothing matters anymore. It feels like I've lost something precious.
Sure, the plant is still here. I bet it will survives for another decade.
But they already cut it down. A decade of life. A decade spent to raise. A decade of growth I nurtured. They just… snip, snip, and it's gone.
And as I saw that scene, I felt… something like a strand, was cut down inside me.
…I'm currently looking for job, but this Corona ruined the economy, so it's kinda difficult to find one.
Once I get a fixed job… I think I'll move from here. My home.
I don't know. I might be overreacting, but… I truly feels lost right now.
I tried to anchor myself.
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Sherrynity
I see no God up there… other than the chaotic void, Male
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