Once upon a time, three people lived together. Two of them decided to exclude the third one from happiness and belonging because of economic reasons. This left the third person only with inner sadness and loneliness. The third person distantly listened to the two other people laughing and having fun together. He didn’t like listening to this because it reminded him of how far away from that laughter and fun he was. So the third person looked for escape by listening to something else.
He put headphones in and listened to a song without words. It made him feel better—in fact, it made him think of happy memories far away—but he didn’t understand why. He wished he knew more about the theory of music so he would know why this music made him feel better. With music in the third person’s ears, he did not notice that the weather was darkening outside. He could not hear the thunder or see the lightning, oblivious to the symbolic presence the outside weather was echoing to his soul.
And yet, as the third person continued to replay this song without words, over and over again, and as the song continued to reach the part where memories of happy times were most felt, little by little the third person remembered that the storm outside would pass. He remembered that he was feeling a moment of life’s adventure. He remembered that a journey gives what we want and what we do not want, but that such a thing is not a bad thing. He remembered that understanding both happiness and sadness makes one appreciate the variety life can allow. In this way, he remembered what it was to be human, to be enduring, to be living, and this gave him a kind of peace. This gave him a kind of willpower. This gave him a kind of hope. The third person felt better.