Wandering in the woods of Savannah, he analyzed his surrounding. There was a threat of survival, hence, he ran. He needed food and water, hence, again, he ran. And once he found a secure place with an abundance of food and water to survive. He took a rest. His eyes got closed and soon he entered into a lucid dream.
He is on a planet with no vegetation, no animals, no birds, no food no water. He felt suffocated with the lack of air. His breath started to stop and his eyes opened with a sense of panic.
He looked at his surrounding, everything was fine.
He looked at his surrounding, everything was fine.
He thanked the life around him that kept him alive. He felt being alive and was happy.
He observed the heights of mountains and depth of valleys. He observed the continuous flow of river. Listened the chirping of birds. Watched the variety of flora and fauna enriching the life on the ground. Some were swift and sweet, others were cruel and creep. He soon learned to deal with both of them.
He neither knew any language nor he needed because he was ‘alone’. He stared for hours the life around him and felt blessed. He ‘looked and listened’ and everything revealed itself to him. He didn’t knew he was intelligent or not because no one was there to tell him whether 'he is or not'. He didn't knew what intelligence is, neither he needed.
He admired the creation and had a thought
“What can I add to this creation without reducing its beauty?”
A smile came to his face...
He met ‘some’ wandering creatures similar to him, he was happy. He learned the language. He was happy. Now he can ‘communicate with others’.
Now, “he was not alone”. He was happy.
It was summer. The Sun was at its peak. He has come far from the group of strangers he met a few months ago. He had learned to survive. He looked at the Sun and his eyes felt a fire. He was tired so he sat down at the foot of a tree. He picked off some dry leaves, tore it off from tip to get the midrib and pinned the leaves together. He got ‘something’. Then he smashed the skull of a hard looking shell, poured the liquid carefully to the ‘something’ that he had ‘invented’ a few minutes ago. He ate the inner white part of the hard shell that he ‘discovered’ last day hanging on the tallest tree that caught his attention. He smiled at the thought how he spent the previous two days thinking ‘how to unroot this hard shell from its sky root.’ He took a sip of liquid. It was describing a feeling of an essay on sweetness. He was happy.
Oh yeah, this boy was neither creative nor a genius. This little boy didn’t knew 'what is creativity and what is a genius’. No one was there to tell him these hi-fi words of vocabulary.
He ‘invented and discovered’ a lot of things. More than you can ever imagine. But the time is less and maybe you’re getting bored, so let it get closed.
After, he swills and got his belly full. He took a sound sleep and again entered a lucid dream.
He waked up with a splash of water on his face. And there was a lot of noise, a lot of people shouting here and there. He got scared, then he got confused, before he could understand anything he was forced to accept.
He is not intelligent.
He is not creative.
He is not a genius.
He is not good enough.
He is useless.
He believed it not because everyone around him told him that. He believed it because even his dear ones were sure about their beliefs. And how can he question the belief of those who loved him the most?
Do you know this little child?
Isn’t she lives within you?
Waiting... once again to wake up ‘being alone’ in the woods of Savannah to realize her true Self.
“Who she is?
What inventions, discoveries, and miracles she is capable of doing?”
If you’ve caught it, you are smart and attentive that in the Savannah, the story started with the boy. How ‘he’ got changed to ‘she’?
You’re smart to catch mistakes but babe you are innocent too. Just give it a second thought...
In the Savannah, he didn’t have the luxury to be trained in separate male and female lectures of ‘this and that’. Hence, replace the boy with the girl and he with she everywhere, it will neither affect the story nor the theme, neither the message nor the what it wants to convey?
Sorry, you said ‘message’. I thought it was an entertaining story that lost its climax?
Total waste of time!