In the golden desert, with the wind swirling mischievously, lay a small cactus. It's hard green outer shell like armor. Close by, you could see lush greenery with sparkling clear water that could quench all weary travelers fatigue. But whether it's real or just the illusion of the tricky wind is up to you.
While the small cactus layed sunbathing under the scorching white sun, a small blue bird was flying happily near the cactus.
The cactus had never seen such a bird before, the cactus may have heard it but never saw. After all, why would such a beautiful thing come out of its paradise and into this barren land?
So, the cactus asked it just that. "Why are you here, little bird?"
The little blue bird landed lazily on the sand, it's small feat hopping from one to another due to the hot golden dust like sand. Singing sweetly, the little blue bird chirped, "I thought that the golden sand outside looked far lovelier then the dull green and boring blue of the oasis."
The little cactus could not believe it. Didn't this desert only bring despair, a sweltering heat and an unbearable cold? How could the beautiful and vibrant green and clear blue of the oasis be dull and boring?
The little cactus could not believe it so he asked, "How could that be? This desert looks the same no matter where you go, far worse then the lovely green and other such colors of the oasis."
The bluebird only chirped happily before answering, "How could that be? The dunes are differen and change everyday, the sand a beautiful golden! Besides, I am a far lovelier blue then any other blue, and aren't you green yourself? Why would I stay just because others deem it better to stay? I want to the see the place that the sun and moon adore!"
The little cactus was confused but also felt like it understood. However, he just had to ask, "But what if it means dying for leaving, or the hate of others?"
The little bluebird thought for a moment before continuing on in song, "Then at least it was my choice to leave, and I also wouldn't have to live with regret and sorrow. Better to live with your own happiness and the anger of others then to live with your own sorrow and the happiness of others. After all, what is the point of living when all you feel is never ending sorrow?"
The little cactus thought a bit then answered, "So that you may find happiness and an end to that never ending sorrow."
The little bluebird felt gleeful and said, "To do that you need change, change of your perspective and change of yourself. Maybe to change, you may also need to start choosing your own joy."
The little cactus also felt that it understood the little bluebird better, so with joy it said, "Thank you." It felt that it could continue to enjoy this golden desert.
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