Gardener, Chapter 3

When we come to this world, we all face a journey – the one that lasts a lifetime. Our destination is rarely known in advance. There is a start, a clear end, a few milestones in between, but other than that our destination is for us to choose. Sometimes we’re lucky to pick nice wide roads covered in freshly laid tarmac and surrounded by fragrant fields and cool ocean breezes. Sometimes, all we seem to get is a tangle of dark wood paths that go round and round, backing onto themselves, confusing, hostile, and narrow as an edge of a blade. It’s on the glum narrow paths that we pick up talismans, fill them with force of our own belief and keep on going till we get to a good place. When we get to that good place, we might forget about the talisman, or we might keep it, forming that special attachment. What is a talisman? A piece of jewelry, a funny shaped stone, a fiery maple leaf, a memory, a thought, a belief? Life can sometimes be so hard that belief is all we have to go on and a talisman is the vessel to harness and store that belief. The belief that is ultimately ours, ours to transfer to any object we like. Pick your talismans along the way, fill them with all the brilliant force of your belief, but never form attachments to the physical vessel. The belief is yours, the strength is yours, you are the hero of your own journey and I hope you have a good one.

Now, those of you who bothered to read till this line might ask: What’s all this talk about talismans and journeys and beliefs? Well, but of course, what can it be but a “literary” equivalent to: Here you go, read Chapter 3 of the Gardener and I hope you enjoy it.

Fear

Fear… Fear is a feeling we are typically embarrassed of. From an early age we are told not to show fear, we are given examples of heroes – real or imaginary – who are never afraid. Yet, fear is a basic feeling. A feeling most of us are born with; an inbuilt mechanism to avoid danger and ensure survival. Our bodies are programmed to have fear built into them.

We all fear a lot without really knowing it. We fear being late for work, fear that the presentation we’ve been preparing for weeks will end in disaster, fear that our children will get hurt at school. The list of fears for an average modern human is never ending. Yet, when you ask most people about fear, what they think of is anti-courage. Anti-courage is cowardice. Fear can lead to it, just like it can lead to bravery. It’s when a man fears for his family, his country, his people, more than he fears for his own life that a hero is made. So, fear is more of an instinct than a feeling. It’s natural. But what if fears are suppressed, hidden, harbored? What if fear is so strong that it burns inside, consuming everything else? I’m not talking about phobias, I’m talking about feelings that all of us can experience at one time or another. Can fear like that lead to cruelty? Can it lead to death? Or will it make us stronger, forging us a heart of steel?

Gardener, Chapter 2

Life is a mystery, a truly fascinating experience. Sometimes you feel good for no apparent reason and sometimes nothing is able to put that smile back on your face. For me, one of the best anti-sadness devices has always been reading. Now when I’m writing a book myself, reading is also a way of unwinding, getting a break from a particularly stubborn plot knot and letting somebody else do the talking. Reading lets you in on other people’s lives, lets you experience the world in a different way, allows you to become somebody else. What better way to get your mind off your own problems?

I want to offer you the second chapter of the Gardener. Take a short break, forget about your worries and have a read. I hope you enjoy it... and if not, you can always vent off your disappointment in the comments!

Ursus Maritimus, The polar bear

Polar bear – the largest land predator on Earth... and one of the first standing to lose its natural habitat to climate change.

We’re living in times of change. We always seem too. Some changes are man-caused struggles for control and power, like the wars that scar our history too often; others are natural disasters caused by the Mother Nature herself. Change is important for human race. After all, it’s the greatest change of all – the Progress – that got us where we are now, that gave us our comfortable lifestyles and ability to do more than hunt for food most of our lives. Yet, as any change, the progress had its price. It’s not for me to decide whether we’ve paid too much. Is the loss of thousands of species too much? Is the loss of virgin forests, clean rivers and lakes, unspoilt natural resources too much? Could have the progress been achieved for a lower fee, if only we cared more, showed more respect for the planet that bore us? I’m afraid it could have cost less. I’m afraid history has already proven that there is always somebody who wouldn’t let simple moral concerns stand between them and what they ultimately want. Whatever the price.