An inquisitive monkey approached the elephant and asked, "Hey, Mr. Elephant, you're always so calm and peaceful. How can I be like you?"The elephant, towering yet gentle, gazed down at the small monkey. "My calmness," he began, "is born from a past riddled with pain. As a young calf, I lost my mother to poachers and was later shackled in a circus. Years of sorrow and captivity carved deep scars. But from that abyss of despair, I chose serenity. I learned to embrace the stillness of the sanctuary that became my refuge."
The monkey shuffled his feet, a frown creasing his small face. "But I am just a monkey, neither strong like you nor touched by such deep sorrows. How can I find such profound peace without enduring what you have?"
The elephant reached out, touching the monkey gently with his trunk. "Little friend, strength and peace aren't born from the magnitude of our struggles, but from the courage to confront them, whatever they may be. Your journey is different, yet equally important. Find your sanctuary in the treetops, in the companionship of your troop, and in the small joys each day brings. Peace comes not from the trials we face but from the harmony we create within our spirit."
The monkey, uplifted by the elephant's wisdom, scampered away, a new lightness in his heart, understanding that peace was not a distant dream but a path he could embark upon, one small step at a time.
An inquisitive monkey watched as the elephant gently traced patterns in the dirt with her trunk. "Why do you seem so thoughtful?" the monkey asked.
The elephant paused, her gaze distant yet warm. "We elephants are carriers of memories. Every joy, every sorrow, and every lesson is etched in our minds. Our past, with all its trials and triumphs, lives within us, guiding every step we take."
The monkey, intrigued, pressed on, "Do you ever wish to forget?"
With a slow, deliberate shake of her head, the elephant replied, "To forget is to lose the wisdom of the ages. Our memories shape us, teach us, and connect us to every elephant who has walked these lands. We embrace each memory, for they are the stories of our soul."
Understanding dawned on the monkey as he looked at the elephant, a creature of immense strength and profound memory, moving through life with a quiet dignity forged from an unbreakable link to the past.
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An Elephant never for gets
Historia CortaJust a short story I wrote for turns and ptsd teens and teenagers I hope they find peace