Once upon a time, a man went to an old and sacred temple to ask a monk about the meaning of life. When he met the monk, he was suprised to find not an old and wrinkled man, but a young spry child playing with a leather ball alone in the temple.
The man asked the child where the elder monk is. The child looked at him and laughed and continued to play with his ball. The man became frustrated and screamed at the child to take him to the elder so he can ask his question. The child stopped playing with the ball for a moment and looked at the man. The man stared into him, waiting for the boy's response. The boy laughed again and bounced the ball off of the man's head.
Infuriated, the man took the ball from the child and demanded to speak to the elder. The boy laughed again and ran deep into the temple. The man followed as closely as he could until he got lost in it's deep halls. Frightened, the man tried to find his way out but could not.
He sat there for hours, pondering what to do. He started throwing the ball in the air, juggling it and playing catch with the walls. Eventually he forgot about finding the kid and became consumed by the ball and enjoyment he got from the tricks and games he played with it. Eventually the boy came to him and told him, "when all is lost, at least we can all play" and ran away. The man, still holding the ball, ran after him but soon lost him again. He eventually found his way out and left the temple, still holding onto that ball. He looked at it and laughed as he walked away, tossing it into the air.
Unknown "Ren" Trusting
- 16 years, 9 months, 12 days ago
