This post was contributed by a community member. The views expressed here are the author's own.

Community Corner

BUZZLIGHTYEAR---MORE

Look....
It's like you're standing in the window
Of a house nobody lives in
And I'm sitting in a car across the way
(Let's just say)
It's an early model chevrolet
(Let's just say)
It's a warm and windy day
You go and pack your sorrow
The trash man comes tomorrow
Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away  --JACKSON BROWNE

Find out what's happening in Monroviawith free, real-time updates from Patch.

Scene opens. Natural setting of a field encompassing everything beautifully possible. Focus on one tree, and the fruit are squawking.

laughter from many in the same area of the tree, as other parts are involved in their own social day. As the laughter dies out....

Find out what's happening in Monroviawith free, real-time updates from Patch.

Hey guys, I'm starting to feel weak in my stem.

Yeah me too. Others exclaim with different intensities

Oh Gee! The wind is coming on. Remember what happened to Bob last week, when the wind was blowing!

Some gasp, and some remain silent.

The breeze turns into a wind.

(Tick)...Ahhhhhhh.....gasp.....

Peter!!!...  Peter fell to the ground.

(snap) ...Ann?....

By the time the wind was finished half the fruit lay on the ground.

Marty) I'm holding on. I'll never let go!. No!

Marty, You must. You must let go. Simply let go.

Nooo...Marty said in a determined voice. I decide where I am in this world, and I'm not going down there to die! 

Six days pass. Marty has seen the decay below him. All his friends are undistinguishable from each other, and now the leaves begin to cover, and intermingle as a single landscape.

Of the hundreds he shared his life with in Spring, most had dropped to the ground. The few left with him in the tree, were now decaying, while still hanging. Birds had picked gaping holes on anyone left. Nothing here, and nothing there makes sense, he thought. He began to remember the stories he was told as a budding new fruit.

"When it is time to let go, you will know. Don't jump early, and for Gods sake when your stem is tired, and your belly sweet let go. If you smell rotting, it may be to late."

With no more options, Marty decided he now had to believe the stories he never accepted as real. He slowly began to let go....kersplat...darknes, and his energy drains. To tired to even question anything, he fades into unconsciousness.

(Slow fade to black)

We hear the sound of water hitting the ground by raindrops They slowly fade out as light begins to climb as the sun rises. The sound of birds. Suddenly popping up from the ground, green pops up. Gaaaaahh.. The sound of a long hard inhale. Fast breathing slows. Its Marty. Oh ...Ah....

Other green stems with little leaves all around. One yells Hey look. It's Marty!

Hey Marty!!! Yeah!.

Wha...Is this me? Is this me? Yeah, one exclaims. Look were all trees now!

Good thing you finally let go Marty, Look up.

Marty could see the few still left in the tree. They held on until they rotted. They never got to the soil in time to gather the rain, and soil. Sad as Marty was for some who did not make it, he knew he had the real depth of life still to come. Such a deep sense of life and the endless possibilities was more than he thought possible as just fruit on a tree. Now a tree, now everything is new again.....

(Wake up everyday, fight the good fight, and move forward. If you are lucky enough to have personal turmoil that forces you to let go of what is rotting, the path after is filled with the depth and happiness life was meant for you.)

Thank God for my turmoil a few years ago, and from which I am just beginning to understand....as I am still awaking.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePrQFaB50w0

We’ve removed the ability to reply as we work to make improvements. Learn more here

The views expressed in this post are the author's own. Want to post on Patch?