The Journey Within

This is a story.

There was once a ball of light. It came into this world with a glow so bright that everyone can’t help but welcome it with cuddles, blankets and milk.

Although the ball of light is curious by these gestures, it doesn’t question their love and welcomes them with glowing pride.

Soon, as the ball of light got used to the milk and cookies, it began to ask for more. It wants muffins and cheesecake. It wants them to be served on a golden tray. It wants to be carried in a golden chariot to meet them.

After a while, the people who welcomed the ball of light finds it more and more difficult to meet the demands of this ball. So the ball of light rolled around. It rolled outside the comfort of milks and cookies only to be treated to trash cans and banana skins.

Determined to earn its own golden trays and golden chariots, it hurled itself towards the dusty world.

Finally, it got its golden chariot. But the chariot no longer carries a ball of light. As it gathers more dust, the ball of light started to dim. Dusts started settling on to the ball of light, creating layers upon layers of crust. After a while, the ball of light started to get sluggish. The crust formed upon itself is slowing the ball down. It could no longer roll as it use to. The light no longer shines as it use to.

The ball of light doesn’t know why has it come down to this stage. As it look upon its reflection in the mirror, it sees a small ray of light shining through the cracks. The ray of light looks strangely familiar. As the ball of light ventures deeper into the source of this light, it came to the conclusion that it emanated from itself!

It finally realises that it has lost its own light in blind pursuit of other lights. Gold, after all, only reflects light from other sources. The ball of light knows what to do now. It knows it has to find its own light before its too late.

p/s: Inspired by stories from Karate Thoughts Blog, for example, a story of a Karate Sensei traveling in a time machine.

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