The Weeds and Their Wonder

The weed has been an intriguing subject of my recent interest, besides running, recuperating and working in-between. I'm not referring to the dried weeds that make a junkie goes high which, a friend of mine had found the best kind in Amsterdam. Those are not allowed in Dubai. It's about the living weeds that have been filling up the space of my previous blog posts and the little garden in front of my building. In the vacuum of my time and in the episode of nothingness, I had tried to search for their identity but instead, I found a description that made me toying with thoughts and reflecting the reality.





"Weeds, as a class, have much in common with criminals. When not engaged in nefarious activities both may have admirable qualities, a thief may have been an affectionate husband and father outside business hours, an aggressive weed in one environment may be a charming wild flower in another" - The New Naturalist : Weeds and Aliens






In simple terms, a bad guy can be good, an ugly guy can be beautiful and perhaps vice versa. This makes it difficult for a cop to trace a suspect, a judge and his jury to reach a verdict, and ordinary people like us, to make our judgment on somebody, on something. Still, in our daily lives, in the era of Ordinary-Joe-has-something-to-say-and-blog-about, we judge easily, we reason conveniently and we get satisfaction making our opinions heard, loud and clear, though they might be far from the truth. The lesson that I have learnt about the existence of the weeds is, what we see, hear, read and talk about may not be exactly what it really is, we have blind spots, our object has its camouflage and there is political stimulus. Life is a continuous great discovery, for those who don't jump a little too early into conclusion. On the other hand, life is a shameless stage of contagious hate and disgust for those who are already stuck in the fallacy.





Today, the weeds in the Discovery Garden, as if they had served their purpose, ended their showcase. Like primadonas taking off their wigs at the backstage, their glorious growth has been reduced into the shape of alien eggs erected on the sand. It would take some time before I see them again in their best form.

In the meantime, I have 39 days before completing a big deadline at work, 42 days before my wife & kids coming for a visit, 55 days before getting into the new year, 58 days before flying home and 70 days before running in my first marathon.