A while ago, I entered a competition called Genius Olympiad. Thankfully, my essay made it to the final round. However, the trip to New York and back is far too expensive. So instead, I’ve decided to share my essay here. Hope it brings you a little moment of reflection… =)
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I’ve always longed to see the “spirit” of nature. Oftentimes I’ve asked myself, what would it be like to feel the heartbeat of a forest, or to hear flocks of birds take flight across wide open fields? What would it be like to observe, uninhibitedly, monkeys swinging from branch to branch in the thriving Amazon rainforest? What kind of person would I have been had I grown up in a world of dark starry nights instead of artificial city constellations?
Then, in fifth grade, I finally found my own “deep connection” with nature.
It was one of those days where the sun shone and the sky blazed blue, scattered slightly with clouds. The breeze blew, bringing scents of warm soto, cow dung, and burning wood, curiously all mixed into one. Panting, I made the final leap through the air.
“Yes! I win!”
Face crimson with sweat, my friend Alia staggered behind and planted her hands on her knees.
“You… got a… head start,” she rasped.
“I did not.”
Pushing aside a hanging branch, we stepped into the shadows of the forest canopy. Here, it was a whole other world. Here, light danced in strange ways before us, casting its rays upon crawling critters on the forest floor and fallen fruits. Branches rustled and creatures scuttled. The air was vibrant with the smell of the moist soil that pillowed our feet.
Treading lightly, we weaved between slants of sunlight, when a boom suddenly echoed through the air.
Thud. Thud. The sound was constant, reverberating through the foliage. We stood rooted to the spot.
“Do you hear that?” I whispered.
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The Blue Journal 