I’ve always found forests to be a place where I can go spend time and leave with a renewal of my passions – my writing takes on a new meaning, my work gets infused with a new energy, and my overall outlook on life is brighter. On the surface, one would conclude that’s because a forest is a place of peace.
But that’s deceptive.
Forests are ruthlessly competitive – they are in a constant battle for life and death – each tree fighting for optimal position – a slow-motion race for space and light. That winner photosynthesizes the best, creating usable energy from the best sunlight. Photosynthesis is something we as human beings depend on to survive (ever ran out of oxygen?).
A closer examination tells those of us paying attention that a forest renews passions and is a source of energy not because of its tranquility but because of our need to survive, humans have evolved to be a competitive being, feeding off the forests same desire and need to win.