its a morning like no other. peaceful. quiet and serene. little birds humming pleasant tunes. postman sending letters. neighbours with their daily business. a blessful day.little baie found himself alone. little home all to his little self. no sharing for once. so he went on a small jog in the park. he saw the trees, the flowers and life's ordinary miracle.
his life was simple. little bumps, here and there, but none of which he couldnt get by. looking on the pavement on his way back, a straight pavement, he thought of how his life is as similar. simple and easy, the walk went on and on. no turnings. no crossroads. straight to the end.
without suffering, there will be no compassion.
he remembered that line from his favourite movie. then he wonders, what does hurt feels like. how does a big bump on his road be like. will he trip and bleed, feeling the pain in his flesh. will the wound heals. will it be as simple.
so he went to the kitchen. put up a his regular happy face and adventurous attitude. took the knife and cut himself.
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