I took a long walk down the urban forest. When suddenly I was stopped by a delightful creature that asked of me to describe myself she said:
"My dear sir if you don't mind it is not your change that I am after, but your thoughts. I say what a beautiful day it is wouldn't you say? Have you noticed the leaves on that tree? Do you not see what I see? The seemingly inanimate become animate when you spend some time with me. Green, brown, and blue are the colors of nature therefore my favorite. Tell me something about yourself my kind friend. I have shared with you my true colors perhaps you might do the same. Describe yourself to me. Not accordingly to what others see, but what you see. Tell me the things that you wish others never to find out or hear about."
I took a long pause for this was not a question I was ready to answer without thought. Although this is not what I said to her, I wish I did:
"I am what you see before you. I am a man of flesh and bone with no clue of who I am. Every time I look upwards towards the clouds I feel small. Perhaps how an ant must feel. I see the cars that drive past us and wonder who the driver must be. He must be lost just like me. The pace of life moves so fast underneath our feet. It is scary to slow down and run the risk of being left behind. Sometimes I feel that I am far behind. Like a boy in a brand new world seeing everything for the first time. Everybody seems as if they are well put together, they have a clear opinion of who they are, and what they stand for. I don't. I have a hard time articulating my thoughts because half the time I don't know what I'm thinking. I drift into this other realm that I find comfort in drifting. I see tortured people walk the earth and make precautions never to be like them. I go after my dreams for ultimately that is my reality."
We stopped talking for a while and we sat and enjoyed the beautiful true colors of the urban forest.