Nothing is loud or dramatic at the beginning of Willy The Weed by Brian Heyne. It is quiet. It’s given a name and it simply sits there, as something that was never intended to be inquired. It is not painful initially.It simply sits there, and gradually, it starts to form the perception of everything.
A Name That Preludes Any Thoughtful Thought
At the beginning, there is no deep thinking about it. A word is received and it is accepted without much opposition. Such is the way it generally goes. When repeated enough, something ceases to sound like an opinion. It begins to seem fact. No distinct point when that shift occurs, so it becomes more difficult to observe.
The Environment Winks in Consent to The Name
The name is not the only thing that makes it heavier. Everything around it is it. The location is unpolished, somewhat deserted, nearly abandoned. In the space there is nothing that suggests otherwise. It is given support by the environment in a weird manner. It becomes easier to think that perhaps, the name is just right.
Observing Other People to Be Taken Care of Without Asking
At no very great distance an alternative type of attention is being paid. Something comes into the notice, is attended to, is insured. It comes as it naturally should be. That contrast does not have to be expounded. It manifests itself repeatedly, and it leaves an inaudible trace.
When Silence Begins To Like An Answer
Nobody interferes to rectify anything. The difference is not described by anyone. That silence starts to be confirmation. Unless something changes, then perhaps nothing is to change. It is a gradual form of acceptance. No coercion, no abruptness, it is simply a matter of time.
A Feeling That Seems a Tad Out of Place
Something small moves about then. No big thing, no something apparent. Only a thought which does not completely correspond with what has always been thought. It is somewhat weird initially, almost out of place. Still, it stays. And when it is there it is difficult to forget all about it.
Knowing There Could Be More Under The Surface
Some things are not immediately evident. They remain concealed, having to toil, without being paid attention to. They can easily go unnoticed, particularly when the surface tells otherwise. Nevertheless, the fact that one cannot see something does not mean that it does not exist.
Growth That Grows And Grows
Not all growth requires appreciation. It is not reliant on treatment or acceptance. It simply goes on, gradually, even in the absence of an audience. Such growth is different. It is neither noisy, nor conspicuous, but it is constant. And stability is a thing more than any other.
Allowing Doubt to Sit and Not to Take Over
Skepticism does not fade away overnight. It remains, although it alters its form. It is muffled, more doubtful.It does not take control of everything, it only lurks in the background. Such a change is minimal, yet significant. It leaves room to allow an object to coexist with it.
A Change Which Need Not Proclaim Itself
No big scene when it all becomes evident. No epiphanic moment that corrects the most. The transformation is gradual, near painstaking. It develops gradually, until the old mode of thinking begins to grow a bit less substantial than it was.
Seeing The Same Place With Slightly Different Eyes
Nothing around has to change completely for things to feel different. The conditions, the same space, they remain. However, their perception starts to change. And that change, however little, begins to transform all the rest.
Knowing That The Name Was Never The Whole Story
Ultimately, the name is not lost. It simply sheds off its weight. It prevents the definition of all. What is left is something less noisy, yet more real. Something that had always existed, only it has not been known completely before. And when that takes root, then it will be easier to be where things are, without them having to be different.
