A Traveler's Story

Tall mountains covered with the warmth of the white snow, which seems to protect them from the wind and the cold, lay far ahead on the horizon. Here I stand in the embrace of Nature, observing the flowing stream of water gurgling and moving downstream. As if sensing me near, a small water bubble detaches itself from the vast flow and approaches me. The bubble gently caresses my face. The surging coldness of the water somehow tried to console me. After a few seconds, the bubble merges with the stream and disappears from my sight forever. Life: That poor fellow. She was the first among us to notice your condition. No matter what she cannot change herself, for she cares for each and every one of you in the same manner. A soft and pleasant thought emerged in my mind. Even if I cannot fathom the source, I was able to understand the tone and the warmth behind it. Death: She really obstructs me in my work. But if not for her, the world would not be as it is today. Another thought mixed with a hint of coldness and devoid of any emotion enters my mind. Karma: The time to leave this place has come, Traveler. This new thought felt so distant that even the meaning behind it could hardly be comprehended. Traveler, this is what they call me, as I have forgotten my name, my identity, and my purpose in the world.