Rodadewa bLoG

This story has been in my family from many generations before, i would like to share this to whoever is reading:

Once upon a time....

There was a very old man lived alone in the woods by the river. The old man likes to collect falling branches for daily work, as he does not have the strength.. to do more than that.

In the evening after dinner,he selected all of the finest branches, choosing one from many.Then he pulled out his knife and start to shape the branch. He wanted the branch to be shaped as he pleases, as to be a beautiful wooden statue

However..
the branch has a heart and a feeling...
the branch was crying.. as it is hurt and pain.. to be shaped by that sharp knife
After a while, the branch could not bare more of the pain..
it breaks...

the old man was very sad.., a tear fall down to the ground. He had high hopes on that branch. Now he have to select another branch and do the work all over again.

The second choice was a thick branch and strong by the looks of it. The old man than uses his knife again and started to shape the strong branch

for a long moment... things are looking good, happiness starts to fill the heart of the old man. However at that moment, the strong branch could not find any strength left within the branch, it too has a feeling and for the branch, eventually it was too painful.

when the knife strike for the final shape...
the branch breaks..

Again tears of the old man along with his sweat fall down to the earth. The old man tells to him self with sadness...

"is there no branch that i can shape to my wish?"

The old man was not ready to give up
he took another branch, randomly
then started to shape it again..

this one is different
it was following the will of the old man
but the old man can also hear as if the branch was crying very loud in pain and suffers

The old man wonders... "why is this branch still not broken?"
Deep in the old man's thought he said,"it doesnt look strong but.. it is not breaking".
The old man then stops for a while and whisper to the branch ,"be strong for me, as it is for your own good"

Then after a long hours of working..it was near dawn.

The branch was no longer a branch anymore
it is now a statue, a beautiful one.

Then the old man slowly put the statue on the top of his favourite cupboard in front of his bed, where he can always watch it.

The old man said to him self while watching the statue with another tear falling to the ground. The tear of joy.

"I am very proud of you, I am proud of My creation.."