The Garden

It’s been awhile since I visited the garden. Everything’s the same, I presume. After all, what could have changed in such a short while, one might ask. Plenty? Or maybe nothing at all?

Sure, a cursory glance from the entrance revealed the same smattering of people as before. The elderly couples, displaying their evolved interdependence on one another, the young couples, in a burgeoning relationship, displaying a range of emotions from covertness to general alacrity, the occasional family looking for a few hours of bonding time, and the occasional solitude-seeker seeking insight into a myriad of issues. Yeah on the whole, the numbers have remained the same.  The difference is minute- it’s the faces that have changed.

It’s a funny thing how easy it is to study the humans as a whole, as an entity. The same cannot be said for an isolated human. As a group we behave the same. As an individual, nothing’s the same. It maybe our capriciousness or maybe the sheer force of humanity, who’s to say?

Coming back to the garden. The trees are different. They have sprouted new leaves. The flowers of yesterday have given way to the seasonal ones of today. The migratory birds have taken off and now the usual array of birds is visible. The stars that were once so very bright have lost their luminescence.

Change is how the nature works. Change is good. Change is fun when it’s done, as said by a very dynamic person. Sitting in the clearing, staring at the now hazy stars, there is much time to ponder on the various dimensions that life can take. So yes, every time I visit the garden I look for the things that have remained the same.  But if they were to remain the same would there be a reason for growth?