So it was with our little wanderer: as he grew older, he knew only one thing—heaping new stones atop the mound on his back and moving forward, each step heavier and slower than the last.

On one of his journeys, he befriended a celestial companion—a great, bright star. At night it lit his way, and by day it warmed his heart with memories of twilight tales.

Then, under an enchanting, mysterious sky, the star led him to the most beautiful flower, glowing with a soft, radiant pink light, luminous as the rising sun.

The man rejoiced at the sight. He sat beside the flower and said,
“I’ve never met such a magical being before. How do you shine so brightly?”

The fair creation lifted its head and uttered its gentle words,
“Try taking all those heavy things off your back, and you’ll see.”

“But how? All my life I’ve done nothing but place one stone after another,” the man protested. He fell silent, gazing at it in disbelief.

In a quiet pause, the flower whispered,
“Which simply means that someone made you believe you had to...You know, I could never shine this brightly if I lay buried under a pile of stones. How can you?”

Indeed, the thought had never crossed his mind. Made to believe?
Then there must be another way.
What if it truly exists?
What if he just tried?

And so he did: the little man gathered his courage, rose to his feet, and shook off everything he had carried since his earliest years. Suddenly he felt light and joyful—so much so that he ran, leapt, and danced through the fragrant grass, wrapped in a newfound weightlessness.

And all who beheld him followed. And in that single glance, the world blossomed into a brightness it had never knownAnd all who beheld him followed. And in that single glance, the world blossomed into a brightness it had never known.