The Man Who Didn't Like The Sun (inspirational)

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The man hated the bright burning thing in the sky. It hovered over

him all day long, no matter where he went. He hated the Sun's harsh

light, the heat it created and the shadows it cast on the earth

around him.He felt like the sun was stealing something from him,

separating him from things when what he craved was unity.

 

"At least at night everything looks the same," he thought. That's

why he liked the darkness. The Sun had become his enemy.

 

One day, unable to stand it any longer, he decided to dig a hole to

protect himself from the intolerable rays of sunlight. His skin,

which had been burned a deep brown, began to turn white again, and

the shadows of day ceased to annoy him. But then, sitting in his

hole, he realized that the sun continued to flood his hiding place

with light from above, and that his shelter was even brighter than

the land outside.

 

He went back to work and had soon dug himself a tunnel and a cave.

And there he finally found protection from the Sun. He spent years

in his hole, meditating in solitude, in the coolness of the dark

where the Sun never penetrated. Up on the surface other men grew

food and warmed themselves in the heat of the all-giving star. They

saw the Sun as a good and protecting God. The Sun was their ally as

they learned to tame its extremes.

They lived through the seasons, one after the other.

 

All were thankful for the Sun's presence, all except for the man who

wanted to avoid the light and the contrasts it created. In the end

the poor hermit perished in his cave, in darkness, in the calmness

and unity of the shadows, but desperate and alone.

 

And after he died the people didn't even have to dig a grave for him.

 

It was already there...

 

 

Moral of the Story:

 

Accepting people's differences, living with others and their strange

habits and sometimes incomprehensible behaviour, can be difficult.

We are often tempted to retreat like a hermit into the calmness of

home, into the shadows. But life is composed of diversity, of

exchange and of change. When you cut yourself off from your friends,

your neighbours and your community, you also lose a part of yourself.

 

Courtesy of PravsJ

 

Sairam