Encounter of Man's creation with Nature's Creation.

Have you ever imagined a creation aesthetically raw in its appearance yet essentially perfect in its being. I'm also a creation of man but I wonder why I'm not like the one I have stumbled upon. The one created by man's Creator. I'm the one who appears to be charming having bright complexion but I can never be as perfect as the creation I have met. 

It was the month of November, the fall season when everything in Nature’s creation is on a verge of losing its bright colors; I got confronted with my fictional pride. I used to wonder before my encounter with the thorny plant that how Nature's creation whether it's a plant or fresh water or human being or an animal or a stone has to end up existing in the similar state one day. In the circle of life, they all disintegrate one-day jilting all that comprises their current existent being. Beholding their decay, I was once proud and delighted latex having a bright pink pigmentation. In the face of their death, my continuous existence with a stretchy, bouncy flexibility was an enduring self-conceit for me. 

The purpose of my creation was also fulfilled. I was made to captivate children's attention. All individuals of my species have a vibrant colorful complexion of varying natural looking but man-made dyes. We are used at human functions to raise banners in the free air. We are also used as decorative props in birthday parties. It felt an extreme source of pleasure to me when children loved rupturing me creating a bursting sound. I felt pleased because my rupture did not result in my end. Humans keep using me in so many creative DIY tricks to decorate their stuff and play along for as long as they don't get bored. Not only for entertainment, but many students have also used me for their biogas lab experiments. My usefulness to them made me feel complete. I was of the opinion that man, indeed, knew how to make long-lasting products and how to cherish his own creation while making it useful again and again.

It was so very unexpected for me that one November morning, a human has tried to test my flexibility in such a hard-heartened way. I wasn't being ruptured this time, rather I was stretched to my extreme that my stretchable nozzle was stuck on one side of a plant in its piercing thorns and my whole body was wrapped along the other thorns on its stem. There appeared a roughness upon my bright shiny pink skin. I almost felt I'm under an attack of balloon's epidemic threat. But then I realized like all other balloons I wasn't designed to catch an epidemic disease. We, the species of balloons are made not to dissolve just like plastic bottles.   

This was the instant of my realization. All these months I was satisfied with my charming enduring existence but my pride was shattered in the face of Nature’s raw attribute. It was now much clearer to me that the constant decaying nature has a purpose for its decay. It does not disintegrate or dissolve itself into the soil because of its fragility but because every soul needs a rebirth. Just when my skin was perforated with sharp pointed thorns all over my body, I felt the unbearable pain and wanted to end my life. But my inherent being doesn’t have the characteristics of dying, my latex just cannot dissolve. I could be buried in the soil but can never lose my components to become one with the soil. And so the soil can never help me take birth again.

In reality, the raw nature is inherently beautiful because it has the power to get born again and again and to ensure the continuity of life. This is the true depiction of love, where one existent being transforms itself into completely different existent being just for the survival of the latter. A dedicated submission of oneself to the ultimate Divine energy of Nature. In contrast to this beauty, my beauty as a man-made balloon is just to appeal the eyes of humans. My beauty is more fragile than the beauty of nature because I cannot submit my complete self for love.  I can lay here as a waste and can never get a chance to become useful again. 

Man is afraid of dying and so he tries to make something which will never end, which may never decompose. Just like he made me with such compounds and colors that despite getting so many fierce damages I may never decompose and will never get a chance to become one with every other being by liberating all that comprises me. After my encounter with the thorny plant, whose name I didn't even know, I am of the impression that every soul needs to be reborn, every soul must experience the renaissance. 

At this moment I’m sad not because I got to meet this thorny plant and realized the ultimate reality. I’m sad because humans who have created me have left me in such a horrible heart aching feeling. On the other hand, nature never leaves its creation in such a way. It always helps every of its creation to live again. After this experience I only wish to get a chance again to slip out of this state and to try to rejuvenate myself while bringing myself again in some DIY tricks of humans.

- Sheliza Hyder.