Maybe I'm a Tree.

I'm a tree.

I say this a lot.  Nobody really understands what I mean by it.  I typically receive a weird look like, "really? ok..." or a few guffaws.  I typically just laugh it off with everyone else.  Just pretend like I'm joking.  Like I'm just that guy who says crazy things, but isn't really crazy...

What is insanity anyway?  It's a societal evaluation of the atypical.  A person cannot be a tree.  Trees do not feel.  Trees do not think.  Trees do not talk.  Trees do not work.  Trees do not earn money.

But what if I am?  What if I have the soul of a tree, but was mistakenly put in a human's body?  What if that's why I'm happiest sitting by myself on the nice, cold dirt?  What if that's why I don't understand the vast majority of my race?  I don't understand social life.  So maybe I'm a tree.

I don't like noise.  I don't like large groups of people.  I can't go to a club.  I dislike rock concerts.  I would rather sit in silence, or with some nice Baroque music playing in the background.  So maybe I'm a tree.

In my most peace-filled, enlightened moments, I genuinely identify as a tree.  I also identify as the earth, the sun, God, and everything else in the universe, including the universe itself, but firstly I identify as a tree.  So maybe I'm a tree.

But I guess I'm part human, too.  I do like some things that other humans like.  I used to believe in God. I feel things and I think things and I talk and I work and I earn money.  But maybe I'm a tree.

I'm happy as a tree.

Why can't I be a tree?