In my journey of self-discovery, I unearthed my true identity as Timber. It was an unconventional genesis, born of a beautiful Sparrow's improbable delivery of my seed to the kind Mother Earth. A feeble sprout thrust into an indifferent world, my innocence shattered by the universe's traumatizing wrath, I grew from an small, weak and meek shot into an aimless ugly tree with no purpose.
Loneliness became my companion as I forged friendships with butterflies, birds, and squirrels, only to mourn their premature departures.
I gave the humans all my love with the gift of my oxygen but all they gave me back was hostility and cruelty. The flames they hurled at me scorched my tender barks.
I am so sensitive to the fire that they cast at me but yet they consider me "strong" ?
Then on one day, I was woken up by the ominous echoes of axe strikes, heralding my inevitable demise. As I fell, falling to the embrace of Mother Earth, the place where I was born from.
The next day, from my broken remains emerged a humble cabin, offering shelter to those who had killed without a compunction.
But then, in that poignant moment, I grasped my true purpose. THIS is the true glorious purpose for which I was born for. THIS is my IKIGAI. Thus, in death, I found my raison d'être fulfilled—providing solace and shelter to those who broke me in the first place.
where once there was sorrow, I started embracing my destiny with quiet acceptance.
PS: TIMBER
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A Timber Narrates 🪵
Short StoryThese are a series of very short stories that I write under the pen name "Timber" RECOMMENDED to have coffee and cat by your side to derive maximum utility lol :D (and also plz gib me tips and advice on how to improve my writing)
