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I want to discover the world, the boy said.
I want to climb the mountains, touch the sands, play with the animals and learn about magic.
I want to seek out wisdom that is beyond the words, beyond cliché and beyond understanding itself.
I want to make people smile, learn to unite my soul with communities and villages and learn about the beauty of God in all cultures.
I want to save the world.
The boy was surprised by the girl’s eyes; there were no tears or no feelings. She kept her composure and her poise and gave a meek smile, which suddenly gave him a sigh of relief.

Will you come back? The girl asked.

I’d like to think so, as he gave her a little peck on the cheek as he walked off.

He’s decided that he want to leave his studies, leave his town and his family and discover the world; discover everything that could be discoverable and make sure that he has no regrets the day he dies.

He decided that day, he wants to write stories for a living and use the inheritance that his dad left him for his travels.

He decided that this is exactly what life is all about.

The boy looked out towards the ocean, at the falling sun and decided to leave for his journey in the morning, but before he took the path back to his home, he cut across the rocky path and towards the trees.
The boy continued walking and came across a calm river, soothingly gliding along its embankment. The boy couldn’t help but grin as he cut through the river, slowly receiving memories of his father taking him to the river as a child and teaching him how to fish. His father would teach him the art of patience and stealth; learning to be subtle, yet aggressive in not just fishing, but in life’s daily pursuits.

The boy finally cut all the way through the river and started walking again away from the embankment. The heat had dropped and the sun started to slowly reveal its own weakness to the night as the boy walked further towards the hills.
Along the way, he caught a glimpse of a dragonfly. He followed the dragonfly into a petite field filled with other dragonflies minding their own business, searching diligently through the flowers and plants in the bushes.
The boy couldn’t help but smile again. He remembered as a child, he would run around with his friends and catch the dragonflies. He would always be scared to pick one up by the tip of its tail and he would admire its beautiful eyes and its bluish-black tail that swerved around as it tried to escape from the tip of his hands. The dragonflies were more abundant back then and the boy did not have to go into the fields to look for them. The boy always wondered why they disappeared. I hope they found what they were looking for.
The boy continued on his path and started to walk up the hill. The sun continued to loosen up as the boy walked his way towards the top. The beauty of the early evening, the transition from the light to the dark is definitely something the boy appreciated throughout all of his life. The sights are much kinder as the sun decides to loosens its grip on the earth; the winds can actually be accounted for. The beauty of the time certainly made up for the hunger that was now signaling the in the boy’s mind.

As the boy finally reached the top of the hill, he set his sights on the lonely tree by the edge of hill’s cliff. He sat down, to contemplate on his decisions and to admire the beauty of God during the closing hours of the day.

He looked towards the path he just took, towards the trees, the bushes, the fields and the river; and at the corner of his eye, he saw the girl.
By the river, she had her feet in the water, swaying them both back and forth. The boy saw the back of her hand slowly brush across her face to wipe a tear falling from her eyes.
The boy never understood love and never understood the relationship that he had with the girl. She was simply just there.
She was there simply to understand what the boy could not understand. She was there to listen to the many hopes and dreams of the boy, even though she knew he may not live to see them all come true. She was there to see the boy as he wanted to be seen, more than just a boy in search of a dream, but in search of the man he is supposed to be.

Contemplation of her existence was enough to give the boy comfort that early evening as he continued to glance down towards the girl by the river.
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The next morning, the girl awoke and went about her daily chores around her home. She walked out into her garden that she tended and set her sights on the flowers that needed her attention.
To her surprise, she saw the boy walking towards her home. She kept her poise and her smile as he opened the latched to her gate and walked through.
Have you just come to say goodbye? The girl asked.

The boy didn’t know what to do because he hadn’t done anything like this before. He didn’t know how to act or what to say.

There have been many stories of people who’ve gone out to look for their treasures, to live their dreams and to truly find out whether hope really does exist in this world.
I want to find a way to solve all my problems and find all the answers. I want to discover the meaning of life and everything that comes with it.

But yesterday, I was on top of the hill and I saw you cry by the river.
Men are meant to be strong and external and are suppose to learn the skill of non-attachment, but I realize that I am still a little boy.
And even if I do go out in this world, and discover all that I have to discover and find all that I need to find; that there will still be many questions in need of answers, there will be more treasures still in need of discovering and there will be even more magic left to learn.

What are you trying to say? The girl asked.

All along, you are the treasure, the mystery and the desire my heart has been longing for.
It’s through your tears that I realized, that all I need to understand of my own existence is simply through your presence in my life.

I can’t understand it, and I won’t understand it; all I know is that now, I believe it.

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I’ve been having a hard time finding things to write about over the summer.

But the theme of finding the purpose of life, finding answers to the questions and uncovering the mysteries have been recurrent in my contemplations.

I’ve been really sick of clichés, and things that have been heard millions of times before; from reading books, inspirationals, quotes and songs and I realized that no one really has the right answer.

There can never be a definitive path and a definitive way and a definitive truth. “Truth” and “Answers” may just as well be a creation of our human perceptions. Being created as curious beings, constantly in pursuit of meaning, whether consciously or unconsciously, we may feel the need that everything has an answer and everything has an explanation and that there can only be one thing that can be truth.

But it’s through ‘the simple faith of a child’ that the soul can rest. It’s through that faith that all can be understood without the process of understanding and all can be explained without needing explanation.

The story can be looked at as an allegory.
The relationship between the boy and the girl represents the relationship between a person and God.