Transendentalist Paper

A Glimpse of Nature

One step into the wild can change the view of anybody. Here, this step is out of society and into a forest. The cool breeze of the trees greet me as I enter their land, a land that is not governed, a land not of materialism, and where individuals rule. Mr. Thoreau a transcendentalist thinker did not like the government and believed in passive resistance. Ralph Emerson another transcendentalist thinker was in the same category and did not like society and thought it was “joint stock Company” (Self-Reliance). We teenagers don’t take the time to take in what the world was once made of. All we think about is Facebook, AIM, and breaking the law. In taking this step, I go away from my full time job as a teenager and free my mind, letting the fresh air of the forest surround me and show me what Nature wants us to feel.

I realize without delay that I am in a whole different world. Everything changes. For example, the air is fresher. It is not the same air as in the city, which is polluted by us humans. The color is much richer, and the sound is much more crisp, literally. The bright sunlight is preaching upon me. It is like God is watching us, or in the words of a transcendentalist, an “over-soul.” I can feel the sun always on my shoulders leading me and keeping an eye on me.

As I sit down, leaning my back against a tall tree, I can feel the roughness of the trunk against my back, and the freshly fallen leaves crushed beneath me. The current season is fall, meaning there are plenty of leaves on the round. There are trees of all colors, creating a sunset within the daytime. The textures of the forest are very ironic. Though a forest is full of rough edges, branches, trunks and plants, you do not feel that you emotions are rough. They are sooth and calm. Standing up, I can still feel the crunch in the leaves.

Now, having arrived at my new intended spot, I collapse on the soft grass, looking at the animals Nature takes care of. The squirrels are scurrying, and chasing each other. The birds are chirping in their homes, and the ants are marching in harmony. Suddenly it hits me; Nature is its own society. It