Nature Journal – My Memories

        In my mind, there are just bits of pieces of memories, just like the clouds upon the sky – the déjà vu – some true, some imaginary. It changed with my mood, for example, for an identical incident, given two different days, I would view it entirely differently, just like the clouds, sometimes white, sometimes grey, although they contain the same component.

        Under this scenic mountain, we first started our nature journal, where each of us is supposed to pick a spot for writing, listening, revering, observing, and finally, sleeping. As soon as I heard this I have decided on my spot, the river behind Godman. Not only were there many things to describe, it brought some unforgettable memories to my presence.

        On a chilly, breezing Tuesday afternoon, I walked slowly to my spot, expecting to be writing about nature and environment, when I saw Leslie on the spot where I wanted to write.

        “Hey you took my spot!” I said.

        “No I didn’t,” she replied, “I came here first.”

        “I have been thinking about the spot for a long time,” I argued, known that she will be here for a while and will interfere with my train of thoughts.

        I really don’t’ know what to think. She is one of the people that I always help (yeah remember the Friday and the Sunday’s nights), or, one of the people that I like. Just this point made me confused, but then she always brings back memories of my “favorite pastime,” with my interaction with people from Hong Kong, one or two years ago.

        She soon left, leaving me alone with the environment. I started to think about something strange (as I always have), and started to act crazy. First of all, of course, is the completion of the homework. I think I have “accurately described the nature, using as much detail as possible.” Then I started thinking. Thinking like crazy. Thinking about what happened today, yesterday, 2 weeks ago, 2 months ago, and 2 years ago.

        One some days, I am still thinking whether I should help people. I have always thought that if you are nice to a person, that person would be nice to you, but hat is not necessarily the case. Sometimes I keep thinking that people are just taking advantage of me – maybe that’s true – you never know one’s intention.

        What is the purpose of this essay? Does it serve as a conclusion to the nature journals that we have written, or just a piece where I am trying to analyze myself? In this process, I realize that understand the nature is a big part of nurturing – it is just the place we live, protect, and destroy. The same place depicts the scenario that one see with one’s eye, but there is something more about it. Close your eyes, use some other sense. Soon you will discover you are closer to the nature than ever – it is a special thing. There is nothing wrong with not knowing the nature, but if you do, you understand people more, as they are just part of the system hat we now call nature. Perhaps I don’t’ know well enough.