Tree houses evoke deep, sometimes strange, emotions. I always wonder how it would be like to live on treetops? A house on the ground is just a house. But a house in the trees? It might be the Tarzan's ingenious jungle tree house or might be the comfortable hollow tree house of Winnie the Pooh's friend Owl.
I would love to experience how it feels living in the tree house in rain forest which of course will be equipped with all facilities such as beds, carpeted verandas, bathrooms with flushable toilets, washbasins with running water and shower. If there is also a sit-out where I can relax in the lap of nature it would be cherry on the cake.
With no TV, music system and other electronic devices to contribute to cacophony, the evenings and nights will be quiet and in total contrast to the urban chaos but it would be great. Living with the birds on treetops, I think this is the closest one can get to nature. In the tree house, I can get rocked by the wind playing in the trees and can sleep like a baby. And if its raining it would be lovely. The most exciting part will be I think the early morning trek to the forest on foot, hopefully on my way I can meet pooh, tigger, rabbit, pig lit, Tarzan or any of gummy bears.
Adventure is a path. Real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.