Some random, windy day there was a young girl who came upon the stump of a tree. She stood on it and decided not to move for awhile.
She looked up to the fast-moving clouds and overcast skies. She looked up so long, her hair grew long and skin turned pale.
The clouds kept rolling, the sun would set and rise again. She kept right on looking, waiting for something new to happen up in the sky. She didn’t even know if anything new was supposed to appear. But she kept staring and her pupils became dilated. It all began to blur together but she did not even notice.
At some point, she sneezed. The tiny particals of mucus twinkled in the light sun for a moment and it woke her up out of this self-induced trance. She screamed at the top of her lungs so loud it could be heard for 300 miles. “WHAT IF I DID?”
The question was posed.
She sunk back into her coma and forgot to listen for an answer.
Eventually, the wind paid another visit to the girl, now aged a bit. And with it, a voice. It was not a voice you nor I could hear. It snuck around inside the wind and would have to be blown directly into the keeper of the intended ear. Today, that girl was the keeper. And how the wind howled that day.
It spoke in riddles but it answered all her questions. It soothed her nerves. It brought a lucid touch to her soul. Still, the one thing the wind could not answer was how long this calm would last. So the girl looked down at a large rock settled next to her and her stump and she looked at it and asked “Why?”
The rock, solid as it was, sat there in silence.
She wept. She wasn’t satisfied. She needed this question answered before she moved off this perch.
But the rock knew the answer.
He just couldn’t tell her.
Becauase he was just a rock.
And she wouldn’t believe a word he said.
So he stayed, silent and patient, for the wind has already answered her questions.
She just has to learn to believe.
Congratulations to The Pittsburgh Steelers. It’s a shame the Eagles weren’t in the Superbowl this year as everyone predicted, but I’m quite happy another PA team won. Especially one from such a fine town as Pittsburgh.
- Don't worry, this'll all be interesting when I'm dead.
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