The Invisible Whisper
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Lying down for a long time in the grass, we both catch our breath, I embrace the boy's shoulder. Together we see the great mountains that surround the canyon. The green beginning of the trees and the blue of the clear sky. With gasps we enjoy the amazing beauty that surrounds us.

“How can someone explain all this as his? Can one climb all those mountains at once, and eat all the fruits produced by this land alone? It is a very big misconception to think that the whole world belongs to just one person, man. He did not see the beauty and cruelty of the land he called his."

“Land belongs to the people who work on it, who in turn are morally bound to feed them without land. As far as harvesting allows. But even the peasant must admit that the land he worked on was already there before he was born, and that the land will remain even after his bones have become dust absorbed by the soil,” I paused for a moment and looked towards Aruna.

Aruna nodded. "But this man thinks that the world belongs to him. Wherever he went and what he saw was his. And he was so convinced that he never doubted his ideas. Certainly it is a lonely soul, who strongly believes in his ideas.belief that there is no room for reflection."

"That's the main thing I feel, lonely. Lost in a world without desire, without dreams without steering, without emotion, because no one can match it. Cold and Frozen, afraid of losing everything in the blink of an eye, all that makes you who you are, because you only see yourself as the object you have and the position you hold" he said.

“He sounds like a weird little guy. I'd like to meet him, a person like you or I can show him that the world has more to offer.”

Aruna agreed: "Yes, I feel very sorry for him, can we help him?"

“As soon as I know who it is, we will try it, such a person can cause a lot of pain and sadness. Without even realizing it. He who does not know the feeling does not recognize the feeling of the world around him." 

We were silent for a while and then we woke up at the same time. Without a word, we both knew it was time to return to the village.

As Aruna walked towards her parents' hut, she turned around before entering. “Master, when will you travel?” 

I could hear a bit of sadness, it was evident from the way he asked her.

"Can I come with you?" 

"I'm not going on a trip. Whatchu mean? I don't have such a plan" I said. I said right, I don't have a plan."

"Teacher, believe me, you're going on a journey. I want to travel too." Make that trip. This village has little new to offer me,” her eyes pleaded as she spoke.

“Aruna Son, I really don't know what kind of trip you're talking about, but I understand your desire to get to know the world outside the village. I take your hunch as something to be reckoned with. I promise you that once I make plans to go for a walk, I will ask your parents if you can accompany me. But I have to obey the wishes of your parents. They may be reluctant to send their young son to a world that many of them have yet to return to. Please don't expect too much on this adventure. Your time will come. Patience is hard and patience is tested, but it ultimately pays off."

I felt like I was looking for the reason behind my answer. Aruna might have heard it too. Why am I looking for excuses, excuses for things I don't really want.

Tired and confused from lack of sleep, I sat at a low table in the corner of my hut. I replaced the last candle stump I replaced this morning with a new one, which I then lit. Fire is a precious commodity that 'enables life'. Contemplating about the fire, its warmth, and the importance of such gems to many people occupied me, until the words of Aruna came back to my mind. 'Master, when are you going to travel'.

I didn't plan the trip, did I? The little man had said many things before it was known to be true before.

"traveled? Why, how, where should I go?"

I've never been far outside the village. Although when the map made a map of the area I realized that I was thinking of seeing everything I documented with my own eyes. But I knew I didn't have the courage to really consider such a trip.

I tried to filter Aruna's question answers from the information obtained. But if I want to find the answer, I have to walk alone.

Still, there was still an urge to answer his question, it seemed like there was more to it than just my own satisfaction and Aruna's curiosity. It was as if an inaudible voice was whispering; "Find the answer." I felt an impulse as if the spirit considered this quest essential.

A sleepless night was definitely chasing me, making me believe in my own fantasy. Although I know my place is here, why should I go anywhere, I am not an adventurer, not a fighter.