posted on Sep, 13 2017 @ 09:30 AM
In the very, very early times, way before humans had even evolved into existence, a group of four elves wandered around mystical and mostly dark-green
and dark-brown colored Finnish forests.
They all wore extremely colorful clothing, there were literally every shades of rainbows on them on a daily basis. All had a messy, untrimmed beard
that usually had some leaves or hay hanging somewhere from that big hairball on their faces. That specific race of elves usually grew about half of
the normal human height. And they had special magic skills, oh yes.
They did not have a house permanently set in a specific location, they wandered around and for night-time, their backpack had small tents in them, an
own small tent for each one of them. One autumn morning, they woke up after hours of constant snoring, and prepared to walk around the forest once
again, singing their chants, hopping around, funny little beings they were.
One of the elves, Jack, was even slower than usual in his preparation for the day. The tent was still up, all the other three, Will, Mikey 1 and Mikey
2 had already finished their packings. Mikey 1 and 2 were so eager to get to the mystical forest again, that they took a bit of a head-start and
walked and hopped nearby. Will asked Jack, is something wrong? You are not your usual elf self, I mean, I sense some slowness and melancholy in you
The thing is, Will, I think I have lost my zeal. Wandering endlessly around the forest, only to build the tent from the backpack every evening… And
then pack it back every morning. And then more wandering. It all seems so, I don’t know, pointless and in a very profound way, meaningless to be
honest, Jack replied.
As Will began to assure Jack about the importance of each of the four elves to the prosperity of the whole group, and cheering up Jack’s mood, right
that moment they noticed that Mikey 1 and Mikey 2 had came back from nearby and were standing right next to them. The Mikeys said, simultaneously in
their soprano tone of voice: Hey Jack! You are the only one of us who can perform the magical trick of creating a freshly baked bacon-onion-feta
cheese-garlic mayonnaise – sandwich out of nothing but air. Why don’t you work your magic again, for all four of us, maybe we will start wandering
a little later today, or heck, maybe even keep a day off and stay right here and make a campfire. It seems like you, Jack, have your tent still
unpacked and built there so even that is taken care of already… but now, seriously, four of those sandwiches, extra large in size, and pronto, may I
Jack went “inside his mind” for about five seconds, chanted some kind of mantra, in a lower tone of voice than an usual elf soprano. And there
they were, four premium sandwiches on a plate next to nicely folded serviettes. They ate good, they sang good, and they laughed good. The morning
after, they all continued their normal wandering, hopping and chanting, and Jack whispered almost silently to the autumn morning breeze of wind “I
am so glad that I have got these 3 pals around me. And this beautiful forest” That barely noticeable little autumn wind carries the message of
gratefulness towards others for help, and appreciation of beauty around, to this day, to the ones who are in need of some positive thoughts.