The Mighty Waterfall and the Beautiful Little Fish: Chapter 5

Weeks passed and the weak Waterfall remained alone. No beautiful little Fish. No frogs. No schools of fishes. No dolphins. No turtles. No flocks of birds. And no wise Cloud. The only thing that remained was the algae-covered lagoon, reminding him of his failures.

Solitude magnified the agonies of the mind. How could the beautiful little Fish break her word and leave him? How could the wise Cloud trivialize such an emotionally-wrenching experience? Why was this waterfall so unlucky to have all these bad things pile on top of him? He contemplated day and night. It was painful to relive the abandonment and humiliation. Most people in his situation would have given up and let the dissatisfaction poison their hearts. But he was genuinely curious as to why he was so unfortunate.

And then it came! A flash of insight, as if someone lit a small candle in the midst of the blanket of darkness. A new question came to his mind: Who told the frogs, the schools of fishes, the dolphins, the turtles, and the flocks of birds to leave?

The weak Waterfall was taken back. This question was different than the ones he’s been asking. It was the first one to plant him as the one responsible for his mishaps instead of an unfortunate victim of circumstance. As with any change, he tried to resist. “The little Fish made me do it.”

The question came to his mind: Who told the frogs, the schools of fishes, the dolphins, the turtles, and the flocks of birds to leave?

He remembered how much he wanted her to stay and how he did everything she wanted. But the one who asked his friends to leave was him. Therefore, no one was to blame except for him. With a sigh, he said, “I did.”

Silence.

The thousand questions swirling in his head subsided. His mind was no longer filled with questions like “How could the beautiful little Fish break her word and leave him? and “How could the wise Cloud trivialize such an emotionally-wrenching experience?” and “Why was he so unlucky have to so many bad things pile on top of him?” His head cleared. The answers to the tormenting questions did not matter.

Thus, his mind focused on one thing: the reversal of the tragedy. Was there a way for the weak Waterfall to become mighty again? Was there a way to reverse his bone-dry state into an outpouring of a river of water?

He was going to find out.

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