There was a traveler. He used to wander off to distant lands, wanting to see what the world was like. He wanted to discover the secrets of nature, see how people in the corners of the world were, feel the presence of Mother Nature in many different ways.
Once, he stumbled by a town on his way to a big kingdom. He decided to stay and rest there for a few days. Gather more supplies.
As he entered the town, he saw a small hill there. On it was made a portrait of a man with what looked like stones. The man inquired from a person about it and got told "that man was the best person in the town. He was a teacher. I'm a teacher too. I want to be like him."
But that didn't satisfy the traveller. So he asked the innkeeper later at the inn he stayed. That person replied "he was the best and most kindest innkeeper in town! I want to be just like him, he's my idol"
The man was shocked. But he didn't show. This was confusing. He had been told that the man on the hill was a teacher, now the innkeeper was saying that he was an innkeeper. This was a strange thing.
So the traveller asked another man in the market the next day. That man happened to be a pawnbroker. And surprisingly he replied "that man? He was the best, most just, and most intelligent pawnbroker in town! He's my idol."
The traveller's jaw dropped. He kept on asking people who the man on the hill was and they kept saying that he was the most intelligent, most just, most kind person in town. But they didn't say what his profession was. A teacher said he was a teacher, a barber said he was a barber, a student said he was a student, a shopkeeper said he was a shopkeeper.
And what shocked him the most was that everyone believed very firmly in what they told the traveller. He was astonished to see that they wanted to be like that person, and so they were. They were all kind like him, they were all just like him, they were all erudite like him, they were all cheerful like him. And they were all what they believed the man was.
The traveller stayed in that town for a few days, then extended his stay there as he wanted to know the true identity of that man. The man asked, and asked, and asked but no one truly knew who that man was.
He ended up defeated.
At last when he was about to leave the town the man looked back once. And he saw those people, and then he saw the man on the hill. And the man noticed that the people looked like the man on the hill. They had idolised him so much, they had not only started to work like him, but also look like him. They were all an image of that man....
No.
The man was an image of all of them. He was all the people in the town, not the other way around. The people were not like him, he was like the people.
Then the man realised another thing, living here in there people had made him look like them too. He had become like them: kind, just, intelligent— every thing. He had also become the man.... the man had become him.
So the traveller stayed. With the people who looked like him, with the people whom he looked like, with the people who were the man, and the man in the hill who was the people.
The moral here? *smirk* let's see what you guys understand.
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Ps: yesterday, I made pancakes. The tip one looked like a fish *laugh*
Without a tail tho.
Then I made a bird!! But it wasn't a pancake. Lmao!
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It was a drawing. Lol tigerTS23 this is the bird I was talking about Mano.
