Why there is always so quietness after every destruction?
From the time of the first human on Earth till now. Whether it is some miry
ocean or some sandy desert. Whenever humanity weeps the whole atmosphere seems
to accompany as if they feel the same feel as humans. Why people feel bliss in the air when they are happy and utter
wretchedness when they are wretched inside? A person who has
unfortunately got an ax is in depression. Sitting in his room, the same walls
and ceiling of his room that used to make him feel so protected are now
encroaching him. Things seem to have been changed frustratingly. I often ask
myself ‘’why is it so?'' Is it only the inner tension of a depressed person in
the eye of which the whole world appears overwrought? Or there is something
else behind it? Do the non-living are able to feel the wretchedness of the
hour? Ah! Definitely, they can’t. They are NON-LIVING. Then the memory of my
hearing hit it off. Now let me make you repeat what you read ‘’The waves of the
sounds leave their imprints on the walls” I heard this sentence about six or
seven years ago. The essence of this line has always remained food for my
thought. Now I could relate it to my question why is that so? Whenever we’re
depressed and couldn’t find peace anywhere. It means that whatever happened to
us has also left its imprints on our surroundings. According to research, the activities of
human beings leave their impact on these plants. Here I’m not talking about
those deforestation-oriented activities. It is all about those human activities
in which humans don’t psychically hurt the plants yet they do. How? Let's take
an example, the wicked behavior of human beings nowadays from murdering each
other to killing and backbiting. In essence,
immoral activities of us whether they are too minor to ignore or
too awful to be punished leave an impact on our surroundings. And
this effect is definitely worse. These plants and trees suffer (psychologically) from what we do, and they respire the same toxicity that is making our environment
too restless to have peace in. Imagine how much and how many times a day we
smack our environment as for me there goes not a single minute in which no one
in a town isn’t saying any evil. A single word of evil coming out of a man’s mouth
costs blighting the whole atmosphere. Isn’t it strange that we are infecting
our environment and in return exacting it to sustain its harmony and a cause of
peace for us?
