Appreciation
A tree with numerous looping branches, all having unique patterns is too detailed to be wholly acknowledged by the human eye. Human eye has been accustomed to seeing beauty in glitter, glamour and artificial hues, ironically inspired by nature; yet the eye feels reluctant to praise the true nature, not that it ever can do complete justice to the novel strokes on each part of a small tree, the problem lies in not acknowledging the root cause and depending upon man’s created artificial beauty which not only makes the sense of sight weaker, it also brings an evil sense of condescension upon the brain.True, science has led us to live exceptionally comfortable lives but it has unintentionally robbed us of our ability to tangibly appreciate nature more often. How often are we mesmerised by aesthetically natural wallpapers of tress, beaches, sunrise/sunset and many more on our screens and do the effort of going outside to actually see them? True you can’t have Norway’s magical Aurora Borealis apprear in Africa but nor can you have hypnotising night skies of Sahara Desert of Africa in Norway. Beauty does vary from region to region but if the eye possesses enough capacity and desire, it can surely praise nature for revealing itself towards it.
Human eye is the most ungrateful, which though makes it perfectly humanly, it does not mean it can’t overcome this inability of closing itself to appreciate the fundamentally primal beauties of nature. This very aspect of overcoming weaknesses is what distinguishes humans from machines; machines need humans to eradicate viruses but humans, responsible for their own viruses, can’t depent on the former to do it for them.
This very fault is slowly but surely plaguing the eye; human denial of global warming is the biggest example. But nature has always outlived man by its own picturesquely pragmatic laws and whether we take it in own hands or not, nature will find ways to repair on its own.
Nature does not need our appreciation but the eye needs nature for its own prosperity — as its silent teacher.
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