Once upon a time, my mom made me choose an old tree from the garden and confess my mishaps to it. It was weird, but also the perfect spot to talk about my curiosities and fears.
The tree was so big you couldn't hug it, it was wide and its crown reigned up, above the sky. It looked like it was going to embrace you any second, you could've slept there, in its arms.
I wondered why mom made me do that. I think all the mishaps I did had something to do with the fear of death. I think I overcame this though. In 'Kafka on the Shore' by Haruki Murakami, there's this 'shot' that inspired me, a moment in which death is defeated. A teacher took the kids out, to pick up mushrooms that were edible, but kept on telling them not to put them in their mouths. 3 of the girls ate poisonous mushrooms. They laid on the grass without breathing, stone cold. She wanted to send for help, but meanwhile all the kids ate mushrooms. So many little villains on this planet! I imagine all of them want to defeat death through these childhood rebellions: cracking your head, falling off trees and many others. In the end of the story, all the kids wake up. It wasn't the mushrooms, it was another eerie affliction.
Curiosities will most probably remain my area of expertise. They come in pairs: curiosity and a mishap, curiosity and a mishap, to remember that moment forever on.
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