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A long time ago, on an island far away lived a tribe of happy people. These people lived in perfect harmony with each other, and all were welcome. They worshipped the goddess of the ocean, which to them represented harmony and beauty, yet when angered, could destroy their entire island. When the tribes children are born, it is customary to let the children play in the ocean, so that they may receive the blessings of the goddess.
On this sunny, summer day, all the children who turned 4 gathered at the beach with their parents. This tribe was a fair skinned, blue eyed, and blonde haired tribe. All of the children reflected their parents beauty. However, there was one child who was not beautiful. He did not have any of the features of the tribe. The local children regarded him as ugly. His parents refused to even call him by his name. He received no love, because he was different. He was alone.
So he sat there, on the beach, watching all of the other children dance and play in the ocean. His parents looked at him in disdain. He wasn't even trying to communicate with the other children. He truly was a disgrace. The boy yearned for the attention of others. He wanted nothing more than to feel love from someone. From anyone. So he devised a plan.
He grabbed an inflatable tube, strapped it around him, and jumped straight into the cold, salty water. And he floated, into the deep ocean. Further and further he went, away from the island. One of the villagers spotted him, and brought him back. But he was rewarded with only more hatred. "How could you swim out that far!? Do you want the goddess to destroy our island?!" and the villager slapped hm hard across the face.
And so, every month, the same went on. The children would laugh and play, and the lone boy would float far into the ocean, and a villager would come to his aid, only to scold him. This same process continued, until he became a teenager. All of the other children had grown up, and become more masculine, and able to brave the waters. They could swim far, and all had a special bond with each other. The boy however, was nothing they would ever be.
Taunts and mockery turned into ignorance. Rock and sticks turned into invisibility. The children had completely forgotten about his existence. They no longer even noticed he existed. The lonely boys parents had cast him out when he turned 14. When boys became men, and could fend for themselves. But the little boy was still a little boy on the inside. He hadn't grown up, or matured.
And so, the time to worship the ocean goddess had arrived. All of the children, now fully fledged adults, went for a swim, while praising their love for their goddess, for their health, and for their harmony. But the lonely boy did not join in. Instead, he jumped into the ocean, floaty tube around his waist, and floated out to sea. But this time, no one came to his aid.
For 3 days, he floated. Waiting for the village to send out a search boat to rescue him. Hoping that someone -anyone- would come to his rescue. Maybe, somewhere on that lonely village, there was someone who cared enough to save him.
But no one came.
The boy began to cry. He cried because he knew he was insignificant. He cried because he knew that no one truly loved him. He cried because he was not born the same as the others. He cried because of his weakness. He cried because he was born. He wanted to go back. To prove to the village he was worth something. Try as he might however, he could not swim back. He did not have the strength or skill to. He continued to float. Some days, the ocean was calm and tranquil. Other days, vicious waves moved him in all directions. It was as though the ocean was a reflection of the pain he felt, as a person.
The boy floated for weeks. And eventually, settled into a slumber. As he did so, he heard a voice. It was a beautiful, majestic voice. "Do you yearn to join me, in my eternal slumber?"
"Yes." And so, the boy felt his body merge with the ocean, and he became the ocean itself. There, he met a woman, who was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. When they met, the woman hugged him. "You have led a hard life. I watched you, as you grew up. I hoped, that maybe someone would accept you, but no one would. But, I will accept you with open arms, if you will join me?" The boy realized who this was. It was the goddess of the ocean. The one everyone in the village worshiped.
The boy nodded. And like that, the boy and the girl became a single being. They shared stories together, happiness together, sadness together, and many other things. They felt each others pain and healed each others pain. The boy had finally found a place where he would be accepted.
What became of that village? No one knows. Some say that the ocean came and destroyed the little village, leaving it as nothing but a forgotten memory. Others say that the villagers eventually left, for another land.
The ocean God understood, that with no one to worship them, they would be forgotten over time. But neither one of them had cared. They had found their harmony. They found each other. They found the other person, who would make their lives complete.
And to them, that was all that had mattered.
On this sunny, summer day, all the children who turned 4 gathered at the beach with their parents. This tribe was a fair skinned, blue eyed, and blonde haired tribe. All of the children reflected their parents beauty. However, there was one child who was not beautiful. He did not have any of the features of the tribe. The local children regarded him as ugly. His parents refused to even call him by his name. He received no love, because he was different. He was alone.
So he sat there, on the beach, watching all of the other children dance and play in the ocean. His parents looked at him in disdain. He wasn't even trying to communicate with the other children. He truly was a disgrace. The boy yearned for the attention of others. He wanted nothing more than to feel love from someone. From anyone. So he devised a plan.
He grabbed an inflatable tube, strapped it around him, and jumped straight into the cold, salty water. And he floated, into the deep ocean. Further and further he went, away from the island. One of the villagers spotted him, and brought him back. But he was rewarded with only more hatred. "How could you swim out that far!? Do you want the goddess to destroy our island?!" and the villager slapped hm hard across the face.
And so, every month, the same went on. The children would laugh and play, and the lone boy would float far into the ocean, and a villager would come to his aid, only to scold him. This same process continued, until he became a teenager. All of the other children had grown up, and become more masculine, and able to brave the waters. They could swim far, and all had a special bond with each other. The boy however, was nothing they would ever be.
Taunts and mockery turned into ignorance. Rock and sticks turned into invisibility. The children had completely forgotten about his existence. They no longer even noticed he existed. The lonely boys parents had cast him out when he turned 14. When boys became men, and could fend for themselves. But the little boy was still a little boy on the inside. He hadn't grown up, or matured.
And so, the time to worship the ocean goddess had arrived. All of the children, now fully fledged adults, went for a swim, while praising their love for their goddess, for their health, and for their harmony. But the lonely boy did not join in. Instead, he jumped into the ocean, floaty tube around his waist, and floated out to sea. But this time, no one came to his aid.
For 3 days, he floated. Waiting for the village to send out a search boat to rescue him. Hoping that someone -anyone- would come to his rescue. Maybe, somewhere on that lonely village, there was someone who cared enough to save him.
But no one came.
The boy began to cry. He cried because he knew he was insignificant. He cried because he knew that no one truly loved him. He cried because he was not born the same as the others. He cried because of his weakness. He cried because he was born. He wanted to go back. To prove to the village he was worth something. Try as he might however, he could not swim back. He did not have the strength or skill to. He continued to float. Some days, the ocean was calm and tranquil. Other days, vicious waves moved him in all directions. It was as though the ocean was a reflection of the pain he felt, as a person.
The boy floated for weeks. And eventually, settled into a slumber. As he did so, he heard a voice. It was a beautiful, majestic voice. "Do you yearn to join me, in my eternal slumber?"
"Yes." And so, the boy felt his body merge with the ocean, and he became the ocean itself. There, he met a woman, who was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. When they met, the woman hugged him. "You have led a hard life. I watched you, as you grew up. I hoped, that maybe someone would accept you, but no one would. But, I will accept you with open arms, if you will join me?" The boy realized who this was. It was the goddess of the ocean. The one everyone in the village worshiped.
The boy nodded. And like that, the boy and the girl became a single being. They shared stories together, happiness together, sadness together, and many other things. They felt each others pain and healed each others pain. The boy had finally found a place where he would be accepted.
What became of that village? No one knows. Some say that the ocean came and destroyed the little village, leaving it as nothing but a forgotten memory. Others say that the villagers eventually left, for another land.
The ocean God understood, that with no one to worship them, they would be forgotten over time. But neither one of them had cared. They had found their harmony. They found each other. They found the other person, who would make their lives complete.
And to them, that was all that had mattered.
