To the top

Humbling, the adventurer climbs the so called mountain, without noticing about the incredible things around him.

We can call “magnificent” to such journey, but the adventurer doesn’t want it to be called neither feat nor even a tour de force. He only wants it to be called “duty” or obligation to him.

Many folks appear in his walking, like the ugly cockroach and the cicada with the most annoying sound ever know in the world of the little beings. They asked the adventurer –which was way too small in height, even for them– why to bother of doing such traveling.

He answered to them that he needed to respond a cry for help, and only he could be doing something about it. To create some silence, to please the noise and make it quit. They didn’t understand the statement, therefore, went to other adventures, taking advantage of having wings.

The adventurer had wings too, but he knew that just by using his legs, the selfish mission would be accomplished. So he kept walking to reach the end, which was closer than he thought.

He found a line that followed an empire of ants. He used to admire ants in the past –actually, he’s still admiring them–, working with no breaks, no time for sleeping and all this without complaining. They were the perfect example for the perfect warriors. He greeted them with humility and kept walking. The sun touched his face and his antennas, making them dance vigorously; that sensation was good, as good as knowing that he only was five steps before reaching the end.

He made it.

He realized something.

A huge figure was getting closer to him, speaking in a nonsense language. Just a couple of steps and the silhouette was already at his side. The adventurer couldn’t believe it.

The figure looked after him, with curiosity, and then it disappeared as soon as it appeared few seconds ago. The adventurer had a revelation.

Some creatures have different ways to see the same goal, maybe in an easy way, or a complicated way, a hard way, and a soft way, but they can all achieve the same. It was the plurality of visions what he found fascinating and intriguing. Maybe another journey would create another philosophical effect on him, because he knew that his time spam was near to end –at any second, actually–, but before that, he only wanted to contemplate the landscape, thinking that he was at the top of the world, with all the little and huge beings walking around in a perfect harmony called life.