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My encounter with two lives and two paths - an Allegory
Her laughter bubbled up uninhibited and infectious, straight from her belly. It touches in the deep corner of my soul. Meeting her feels like returning from a banquet, content and fulfilled as you drift into slumber without any worry of the world.
In a walk through bushes she notices the tiniest flowers of many colours and shapes. She sees every tiny bird and hears their songs. The narrow path may be full of thorny vines which cling to your pants and scratches your skin leaving streaks of blood. But still you can hear her grateful exclamations as she looks up to the sky with twinkle in her eyes the beauty and wonder of the passing clouds
She reminds me of the tree which is planted by the streams of water. This tree is alive and fresh with green leaves. The birds find refuge in its boughs! Human and animal alike come to rest in the cool shade to shelter themselves from the scorching heat of the day.
It is full of sap and not afraid of the draught because it is planted by the river. It has continuous supply of nutrients because the roots go down deep under the soil. The river keeps the tree fresh and green adding beauty and supplying fruits around the year.
In the same way she is connected to the source from where she draws her mental, emotional and spiritual energy. To the vulnerable, she is a safe place. There is no demand for perfection, she loves and accepts unconditionally. She sees the strengths and qualities of people around her and proclaims with ease. Others may not be aware of your qualities but she sees it. She is like a fountain, overflowing with zest of life.
She is someone who lives in the knowledge that her life is worth living and walks a path of abundance.
But I met another person whose focus of attention is the dry leaf, not the beautiful flowers of a tree. She does not see the shimmering colours of a butterfly but its futility. Meeting her is like facing a stormy day, she leaves an imprint in your soul which is dark, darker than the darkest cloud of the rainy day.
To meet her, I brace myself with a helmet and shield to protect my mind and heart.
She polishes her shoes endlessly, waiting for perfection that never arrives. By the time they are gleaming the dance ends. Deep disappointment settles in as she misses the jubilant sway to life’s beautiful rhythms and beats
She is like the eagle blind to the span and mighty power of her wings to soar beyond the skies. Perched atop the tree, she waits for them to grow, dissatisfied with what she has. She sits on the tree tops envying those gliding freely around her. She lives in a deep state of fear of failure. It keeps her from spreading her wings to soar above the clouds missing many rising columns of thermal in the sky.
What will it take for her to find out her immense ability to be all that she was made to be? Is there anyone who can direct her to the right path?
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