You know when people want you dead so bad and they stab you, cut you, open your chest cavity apart, host dinner parties and laugh at how naive you have been while sipping their wine.

You know what you do?

You rip apart your mortal remains and regenerate.

Whenever you find yourself in dark places, nailed in a coffin and being thrown into molten lava by the same people that you have provided with nothing but love, you fucking regenerate!!!

As long as you have even a minuscule of life left in you, you fight for yourself. Never let anyone rejoice in the satisfaction that they're broken you apart, that they have killed you. Regenerate, right in the center of their hearts, expand your roots around their windpipe and crush it. Feast on their bodies, bathe in their blood, cry war but don't you dare make peace with pain that's been inflicted on you.

And this lesson was taught to me by no other than my beloved Gulmohar, who instead of accepting the fate that has been chosen for it, fought, in it's own way and changed the course of it's life.

10/06/22

If Gulmohar could speak, I imagine it to be so proud of itself, thinking "You humans thought that you can cut me down and I'll just die? Fools! I have my roots burrowed in the earth, twice as deep as the length, I once possessed above the ground. Mother earth cradles me in her lap and what you can't see, you cannot kill. So the joke's on you." *Evil laughter

I wouldn't really blame trees if one day they turned on us. But just so you know my dearest trees of entire galaxy, I am on your side. So whenever you decide to take matters in your hands, just remember, others are the enemies, not me! And I have a list of people I would like to get revenge on, so maybe you could help me with that, considering that there are no laws that can put a tree in jail for murder and besides as the saying goes, "Enemy of enemy is friend". 😉