Monday, August 21, 2006

 

Ripples

One day there was a pond and on the surface of the pond were many ripples. Who knows where the ripples came from, perhaps something was dropped into the pond or perhaps the wind blew across its surface, but ripples there were.

One of these ripples was called Reflec. Reflec spent every day worrying. He would worry about the ripples near by, whether he was spreading out quick enough and a whole range of other worries that bother ripples every now and then. Reflec's biggest worry though, was what happens when a ripple fades away. Where would he go? What happens to ripples when they fade?

Reflec had heard about the waves on the sea and how they crash majestically into the shore. Now, that would be a way to go! To pass away in a blast of spray and noise! How exciting! But not so for a ripple. No spray or noise for him, just a gradual fade away into nothingness.

Whilst the other ripples would be laughing and joking, Reflec would mock them for wasting their precious time on such frivolity. He became stern and mirthless, his laughter replaced with bitterness. He saw the newly formed ripples and envied their newness, mocking how little they knew of what fate awaited them.

Reflec studied the ancient teachings, looking for a loop hole, a way to dodge his fate. No fading for him! He would beat it. Whilst the other ripples enjoyed their time, Reflec spent his trying in vain in his search for immortality.

Then, against all his precautions, his studying, his pleas, threats and bargaining, Reflec started to fade. Slowly at first but then faster and faster.

"No! It can't be!", he cried to the sky above, "I've still got so much to do! Still got so much to see!".

No answer came back. The world was silent and seemingly unconcerned with his fate. He cried, he screamed, he swore and issued threats and promises. All for naught. He faded. More and more.

Finally, his fight run out, he accepted his fate. He took a long look round and laughed to himself. Laughed at himself. He laughed for all the time he had wasted, for all the things he had missed out on because of his fears and worries. As he laughed he faded away, back into the nothingness from whence he had come.

But wait, it doesn't end there. Not for Reflec. As he faded, a ripple no more, he realised something that he had never noticed before. He was never just a ripple, he was a part of the pond and now as he returned back to the pond, he started to remember who he really was. Not just a lone ripple but every ripple. Not just drifting along the surface of a pond but he was the pond. As he returned back to the source he laughed again, remembering the many ripples he had been and the many more he could be again.

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