SUN, BOY AND GRASS

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
(Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche)

The Little Boy wandered through the streets of the big city. A sense of unease and the anticipation of the unknown filled his Heart. A thin trickle of Light seeped into his mind. He saw people on the streets. “People live by rules,” the Boy thought at first, but looking closer, he noticed that they too were lost – only hiding it skillfully from themselves and from others. His Heart tightened. He felt abandoned and alone. “Is Life truly doomed to exist here, carrying the burden of one’s own 'necessary unnecessities' – and worse, to be content with this pitiful taste?” he thought.

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The Boy listened to the sounds of the city, gazed into its face. Beneath his feet lay cracked asphalt. Noticing the fissures, he saw Grass pushing its way toward the Sun. The Boy knelt and leaned toward the Grass. What he saw astonished him: how could such a delicate, fragile plant break through a hard layer of asphalt? Leaning even closer, he heard something like a whisper. Listening intently, he understood – the Grass was telling him its love story. It spoke to him of its love for the Sun, of the Love that gives it the strength to split the hard nature of asphalt.

Hearing these words, the Boy’s Heart fluttered like the wings of a bird rising into the sky. Warmth and familiarity washed over him. The more the Grass spoke, the more Light ignited within his awareness. The Grass spoke and spoke – until suddenly everything fell silent. Everything seemed to stop; the city, its people, and its streets stood still. He saw that no one was going anywhere, that everything was exactly where it always was. The Boy, in some mysterious way, looked inside himself and saw an entire World – together with the streets of the big city in which he had wandered. At once, he understood that getting lost was impossible in principle. Then everything around him began to fill with a soft and mysterious Light.

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The Little Boy had saw the Sun!!!