The cloud has always been there

Hi, it’s me again, back !

He was a little boy, little & weak, in his first day at school .. he felt so lonely & strange among all those kids, school seemed to be a cruel monster that grabbed him away from his mommy’s.. away from mommy’s warmth & security.. school swallowed him in the deep tunnels of expatriation away from mommy’s hug where he learnt everything he knows.. learnt about life divided between “NICE “ & BAD” ..“GOOD” & “EVIL” just like her stories used to tell him ..

He was on the “good” ‘s side for sure.. unlike those kids who seems to bully him.. those naughty trouble makers ..those who say “names “ & talk bad.

They started bullying him ..  but neither did he get along with them nor give in.. so they blocked him & kept mocking him & knocked him down !

It was then when his little heart knew “ Mr fear”  before getting to know “ Miss courage “.. & those “evil “ kids seemed to him like a gang of gigantic monsters.. meanwhile he seemed to himself too little & too lonely !!

He started to cry & asked for help ,” I want mommy.. I want mommy.. where are you mom “ he kept crying .. & his little body was shivering while his tears was running down .. when suddenly his eyes flew up in the sky to a passing white cloud from the class’ window.. wandering .

The cloud called him.. it’s call picked him out from his “siege “ .. he went up to it flying .. & on his way he smelt everything he loves.. his mommy’s scent .. the bakery smell of mommy’s chocolate cookies.. the smell of the sea where he used to have fun in it’s clear blue water .. & the smell of his magical soap that mommy bathe him with .. he flew up through everything pure .. through fresh air that he never breathed before until he came inside the cloud .

In there..

He felt his mom’s hug .. but it was made by the crystal morning light.

There, he found all his toys.. all his sweets..he found everything safe & secure.. pure & beautiful.. he found all what’s good.. the joy of toys & the magic of dreams .. he found everything well-set for his pleasure & satisfaction.. he was the king of his kingdom & the one who holds everything in his hands.. & looking around him, he found all the “good” people sharing happiness & purity with him.. standing by him .. supporting him & lighting their kingdom.

When he looked down .. he saw those bad bullies .. they were very small.. when he saw them from the cloud up there they were not the same gigantic monsters.. they were like “nothing”.. he saw their real size.

The cloud granted him a very deep pure fresh breath & said goodbye.

At exhaling that breath he was back down on earth .. he stopped crying & blew away his fear.. stood up strongly in confidence & looked down at those bullies as a king !!

Days went on.. & the child grew up seeing the cloud everyday.. giving her the morning Hi & to all his good friends up there.. each day & each night.

Surrounded by liars & cheaters.. bad & evil .. he used to see the cloud everyday telling him how strong he is & how big his kingdom is.. & all his good companions are there to support their king as far as he holds on to the “right” & “freedom “.. they will support him should he take the right decisions & fight evil.

The child grew up & became a man.. & walls & ceilings & closed windows grew higher around him too !

He’s no longer seeing through the windows or giving his HI to the cloud .. & so grew his works & responsibilities.. & demands.    

Now he meets the “real bullies” .. at work & in life.. pressuring him to give away his “principles” & let “the right” be more “flexible” .. for the sake of pursuing “work”.. now his success is attached to their “evil” & “dirtiness” !!

He felt sad & depressed.. he read the papers & watched the news.. he felt even more sad & defeated & the world painted black !

we are living in a forest.. the stronger eats the weaker.. honor & morals doesn’t exist anymore.. corruption prevails . he thought.

He felt like he can’t breathe .. he rushed to the window & opened it up.. & there he saw the cloud.   

The cloud called for him .. & he flew up to it.. & it granted him a deep pure fresh breath.. at exhaling it he came back down on earth.. full of strength & confidence .. & holding on to his right of choice.. as a king!

This time he knew..

He knew the difference between the child he was & the man he became ..

The man was stolen by the life whirlpools .. rushing all day & night among closed windows & virtual screens & digits.. the man was no longer looking up to the sky..

It was fault.. but the cloud has always been there !