There was a man once who used to travel. He would sail around the world from country to country, taking and experiencing what he felt he needed before packing up and leaving for the next place. His heart was always thinking of the next destination and his shoes always left the dust behind. He was content.
On one of his stops though, his boat felt into disrepair and he was forced to stay in that country until he was able to get moving again. His heart longed to leave but he was incapable and this caused him immense anxiety and grief.
Then one day, he came across the most precious of jewels. The treasure came alive in his hands and instantly calmed the pain in his heart. His feet no longer itched and his heart no longer wandered. He was happy at last, excited to explore all the paths of that land with his treasure by his side. He fell in love with the treasure despite knowing in the back of his mind that it would never truly belong to him. The treasure also had a wandering heart that would not be tamed or possessed. Any man who tried to claim the treasure as his would find he would get burnt, the treasure leaving a black tattoo on their hearts as an eternal reminder.
So the man accepted this fact. He held the treasure close and loved it from afar, for fear of being forever scarred.
Then one day, the treasure grew tired of the land and longed to fly out into distant lands. The man swore in his heart to follow it when the time came. He began working hard to repair his boat.
Day and night he worked, making plans and preparations for the day that he and the treasure would be free to roam. Dreaming and hoping that on that day, the treasure would give itself to him and they would love.
Late one night, the man was awakened by a sound. He arose and wandered to the next room only to find the treasure sitting by the open window:
Treasure: I'm sad. I want to leave but I'm not sure if I can. What should I do?
Seeing the pain and grief in the treasure's eyes, the man knew that there was little he could do. His boat was far from being ready to sail but keeping the treasure here would result in a piece of its beauty dying each day it remained.
Man: Go then. You know it's what you have to do.
The treasure looked back for a moment and then swiftly flew out of the window into the cold dark night.
The man was left alone in the room. No more treasure. No more love.
Now each day, he works day and night, thinking and hoping for the day when he and his treasure will be reunited.
This was love.
On one of his stops though, his boat felt into disrepair and he was forced to stay in that country until he was able to get moving again. His heart longed to leave but he was incapable and this caused him immense anxiety and grief.
Then one day, he came across the most precious of jewels. The treasure came alive in his hands and instantly calmed the pain in his heart. His feet no longer itched and his heart no longer wandered. He was happy at last, excited to explore all the paths of that land with his treasure by his side. He fell in love with the treasure despite knowing in the back of his mind that it would never truly belong to him. The treasure also had a wandering heart that would not be tamed or possessed. Any man who tried to claim the treasure as his would find he would get burnt, the treasure leaving a black tattoo on their hearts as an eternal reminder.
So the man accepted this fact. He held the treasure close and loved it from afar, for fear of being forever scarred.
Then one day, the treasure grew tired of the land and longed to fly out into distant lands. The man swore in his heart to follow it when the time came. He began working hard to repair his boat.
Day and night he worked, making plans and preparations for the day that he and the treasure would be free to roam. Dreaming and hoping that on that day, the treasure would give itself to him and they would love.
Late one night, the man was awakened by a sound. He arose and wandered to the next room only to find the treasure sitting by the open window:
Treasure: I'm sad. I want to leave but I'm not sure if I can. What should I do?
Seeing the pain and grief in the treasure's eyes, the man knew that there was little he could do. His boat was far from being ready to sail but keeping the treasure here would result in a piece of its beauty dying each day it remained.
Man: Go then. You know it's what you have to do.
The treasure looked back for a moment and then swiftly flew out of the window into the cold dark night.
The man was left alone in the room. No more treasure. No more love.
Now each day, he works day and night, thinking and hoping for the day when he and his treasure will be reunited.
This was love.
posted by Stuck in 1984 at
8:12 am
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