The story of us

This is the story of me.

I am the still water. I am clean and pure. This stillness and clarity has allowed me to befriend the soul of the world. There is peace underneath me and the gift of this peace is creativity. I became an artist. I coloured the frogs green and the fishes yellow. As my creativity increased, the peace underneath gifted me with yet another beautiful quality and that is sensitivity. I made sure that all my creations have the necessary resources to stay alive. I was quite happy. Me and my creations were leading blissful lives. 

Slowly I turned out to be an interesting topic that was discussed by the humans. 

I felt proud of myself. All the humans feasted their eyes on my beauty and on my creations. I started becoming famous. They gave me a title. 'Messenger of God'. I was so pleased with myself. I was on cloud nine! 

The pride and happiness didn't let me foresee the hardships that I was about to face in the future. With the emergence of the new title, I became to be perceived as the 'wish pond'.  The people felt that through the medium of coins, they would be able to communicate their wishes to God as I was perceived to be his messenger. 

One, two and later thousands of them followed. The coins created ripples and they disturbed my clarity and stillness. Peace was slowly diminishing. I was losing contact with the soul of the world. My creations were becoming dim and an artist was drowning with the coins which replaced the dying peace underneath me. When I got burdened by the worldly wishes and expectations, I realised that I was no longer the still water. 

This is not the story of me. This is actually the story of us.