I’ve rediscovered the cardinal nature of “nature”, thanks to my recent trip to an island.
Nature would never leave you bored. It’s like a television minus the electricity bills and set-top box recharges. Can any T.V show beat the scene of a feral puppy following its mother around? Can any car chase scene be as thrilling as watching a lizard hungrily waiting for the moth around the light to come nearer so that it could grab it by its tongue? Is the fictional hero killing the villain more satisfying than watching that spider on the wall suck the life out of the cockroach that had been scaring the daylights out of you?
Probably not. At least for me.
Sometimes I’m so enchanted by the beauty of nature that I forget about my favorite movie I had set a reminder for. Given a chance, I would spend my birthday under the stars over the grass, eating plain old rice with curry, rather than at a fancy restaurant ordering drab dishes. Mother Nature has so much to offer that it would put any means of entertainment to shame.
Despite being a nature-lover, I never completely understood its profound charm until recently. Every single flora that grew in the habitat was a sight to behold. The nature looked like it was celebrating the festival of colours with all the hues speckled above and below. The sky looked like a palette filled with a variety of colours. Black and grey topped with blue and green with a hint of orange and pink. Vast strips of clouds spread over like gigantic half-eaten cotton candies.
As dusk gave way to dark, the argent moon brightly illuminated the almost fading clouds around it and brought them back into the spotlight. The sea appeared dark and dangerous. But also calm and seductive especially with the vacant swing hung over the shore where the water was knee-deep. I didn’t heed the no’s from my folks as I waded my way towards the wooden plank between the poles. Nature is calling! And when nature calls, we must honour it, as cited by Agapi Stassinopoulos, Huffingtonpost (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/agapi-stassinopoulos/nature-calls_b_3860443.html), although she meant that in a totally different context.
Of course, there were no crocodiles or sharks on the prowl. It was a perfectly safe area or they wouldn’t be having a swing inviting people into the shallows. Ignoring my family’s protests, I waddled into the sea and hopped onto the swing. The view in front rendered me speechless.
Sparkling lights of the skyline, accentuating the beautiful city of Doha; stars showing off their effulgence, rivaling the city lights; warm waves lashing at my feet contrasting the cool air whipping around my body—if this is not paradise then I don’t know what is.
I leaned onto the rope suspension with a gratifying sigh as my eyes watered in bliss. I wished I could build a little hut just by the swing and catch fish for food and sea jellies for recreation. At that moment, I felt detached yet very much in companionship. The sound of the swishing waves was like music to my ears and no Adele or Beyoncé could compete with that.
My musings were cut short by the blaring sound of the boat horn near the island entrance. It was time for us to leave. For me to part with the allure.
I reluctantly left the island but took back something valuable with me—a reminder. A reminder about our ignorance for snubbing the nature, which holds unparalleled beauties and scenes. It also contains hidden messages that make us think of our place in cosmos. For example, an armada of ants carrying a dead dragonfly demonstrates the importance of hard work and teamwork. Sun emerging from its hiding, after a storm, shows us that darkness is temporary.