Giving
Up
Once upon a
time, a Ghost wailed, “I must... exist… I’ve got… to beee…”
The Healer said, “For how long?
Another hour? Another day?”
“Not enough…”
“For years? Centuries? Millennia?”
“Not enough… not enough…”
“Even though
it pains you?”
“Every second…
a hundred eighty-six thousand miles… of shards…”
The Healer
said, “But why? What do you suffer for?”
The Ghost
wailed, “My enemies… my friends…”
“They’re all
dead!”
“The kingdom…
the holy Cause…”
“Conquered!
Discredited!”
“My name…”
“Forgotten!
Don’t you see, there’s nothing left for you!”
“Nothing…?”
“Nothing to
hold you,” said the Healer. “You’re free.”
The Ghost
wailed, “Free… free… FREEE…”
Then it
whispered, “Thank you,” and vanished
forever.
Moral: You can never
have enough of what you really do not want.
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