Monday, 25 April 2016

A Short Story about Life

"Life is a big play written by an unknown author. We are just the characters in the play. Whether we like each other or not, we'll only have one part to play. After that, we are deleted and newer characters invented. The only question that remains is whether we did something good for a stranger without any boundaries, any neglect and any hate. The rest is unknown, the good you did remains a story to tell someone else that will never be erased."

Some time many years ago, a group of people met and decided to go on a trip. A hiking trip.

They planned for a day when they were all free and met somewhere. After everything was in order, the group left. Some were talking, others were silent, some were singing and others were story telling. The scorching sun made them feel hungry, and so they decided to find a place under some cool shade where they would have their meal before continuing with their hiking.

Suddenly, they saw a shiny and glittering rock like substance on the way. They all surrounded the item and tried picking it up. It was too heavy. So they broke it into pieces and each of them took one. The story goes on and on and on, and soon their trip was over and each went his or her own way back home.

After some time, stories emerged from each place around the world about the mystery rock like substance that was found by the hikers. In one part of the earth, they believed that the item was sent by some supreme being who had control over the earth. They therefore formed their own beliefs which eventually split into different beliefs depending on the interpreters, and hence religion grew to date.

In another part of the world, they believed that the item was left by someone who found it so heavy to carry it along his journey. So he decided to abandon it as he had several others. However, this mystery man remains unknown and they are still trying to find out who he is. Hence, the scientists came into play. They have not, to date, identified the mystery man who left the item somewhere hidden. So many theories have tried proving this man's existence, but they all fail. Examples include Charles Darwin.

Still others thought about the stone, it's shape, and it's unique features. They have no belief that someone left it there or that some supreme and all powerful being could ever do such a thing. They believe that it has, was and will always be there. No need to finding any solution to it's mystery because they cannot change it. And thus, they came to be atheists. They are smart and understand that there are things man cannot change. They will always find it and leave it.

Some people in this same earth that we live in find that the stone-like substance does not matter in their lives. Whether it is there or not, nothing good or evil will ever happen. It's like pouring water into a river for them. They are not so many of them, but they are a happy people. Their communities will always be peaceful without the intervention of all the other groups. They are few and unknown, but they have a big heart and are a bit open though very rigid.

Lastly, we have those who found out the knowledge from the hikers, and to date still debate on the issue. They are the thinkers. They neither believe the stone theory was true or doubt it, but want to understand why it was there if it's true and what if it doesn't exist but happens to be a made up story. They are the likes of Plato, Euripides, Socrates, et cetera. They are those few people who are counted as being obsessed with philosophy and knowledge. They are very open minded to some extent before ignorance, disrespect and doubt faces them. But they are good and quite educative people.

Life thus was born from the few hikers into a world of different schools of thought. The hikers are not all known. Some disappeared with part of the item and were never heard from again. Their theories and beliefs died with them. Others went on sharing what they thought they knew, despite their contrasting ideas to those who didn't subscribe to their ideas. They forced them, colonized them and implanted to them what they thought was the light. The truth. They are the most dangerous people on earth.

Whether the hikers found the item, or made it up, no one knows. But life, life has a way of putting back things in place. Therefore, the mystery about life is as good as life itself.

And that is  A Short Story about Life

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