Dear onions readers,
Today I would like to share something I have observed in many of the men I dated.
It is about human nature, about masculine nature and feminine nature.
About compatibility between two human beings.
Because I have learned that you can deeply like another person, and still not be compatible with them.
This is my experience.
Man the hunter finds prey, chases it, bites into it, consumes it.
I am not prey.
I am a tree.
A man may rest in my shade, feed on my fruit, warm himself with the fire made from my fallen branches, shelter beneath me from sun and storm.
Few hunters understand this.
Most bite me.
They hurt themselves, so they kick me.
Then they punch me.
They hurt themselves even more.
And more than the broken teeth and bruised fists, it is the ego that suffers.
I remain still and watch him.
This foolish man.
He nearly destroyed himself trying to tear off a single branch.
Can he not see that I am a tree?
I am not prey.
I am shelter.
I am nourishment.
I am time.
Foolish man.
He wishes to see me run, so that he may chase me, hunt me, devour me.
Foolish man! Have you ever seen a tree run?
Have you ever seen a tree afraid?
Even if I wanted to, just to satisfy you, because I pity you there in your humiliation, I could not.
My roots forbid it.
They hold me to the earth.
They prevent me from becoming anything other than what I am.
A tree.