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I once read the story of this boy,who lived somewhere in China, or Japan, or thereabouts.

But come to think of it, where he actually lived, or perhaps who he actually was, or what he actually did and all such seemingly apposite questions are actually quite irrelevant.

Oh,now actually all of it seems so stupid, what I did, I can almost laugh at myself. I have since thought over it, and I feel so dumb about it, and very very stupid. Everything I had dared to think, interpret, to not hide a truth, perhaps even slightly hope for, how grossly wrong, on hindsight,how comically emotive!!

I think we are actually blessed with such a big cranium so that conscious intelligence can presage each and every one of our thoughts, words and actions, and not blind instinct. Otherwise one is living in utopia.

Anyways I was talking about this boy. It seems he too had his share of aspirations, passions, opinions and perceptions,and also his principles. He made it a point to always work hard in his life to keep a really open and logical mind towards everything, tried to keep his mind free from any sort of prejudice and tried to understand how everything in the world really worked.
He often gazed at the sky, and it never ceased to amaze him. Its vastness, how it was both so empty and so abundant at the same time. How it would sometimes seem melancholic, sometimes spirited, sometimes thunderously active, otherwise pensive. The sky seemed to have as many emotions as there were.

In the sky,he admired the moon. He didn't know a lot of things, the boy. He did not know much about the moon, for example. But he always admired it truly. He admired it for the radiance it had that brightly over-shone the other stars in the night sky. He always felt that somehow he could see the moon truly as it was, even though it was far far away, and mostly it chose itself to be perceived by the world in a way it wanted, only partially hidden behind the grey clouds.

But he had his feet grounded, the boy. He never had any ambitions about reaching the moon one day.

One night, in the lake beside his house, the boy saw the moon. The bright, beautiful, radiant moon in his lake!!. What was it trying to do?

At least for a moment, the boy selfishly thought what he should do.Should he jump into the cold water? Won't his parents scold him if they came to know he jumped into the cold dark water, going after the moon? what will his neighbours think if they hear a loud splash in the lake in the middle of the night??

But once this moment of selfishness passed, the boy bravely decided, hell to the rest of the world, and blindly jumped in.After all, it was the moon which had come to his lake. He thought only about it.The moon which he admired, and adored, had come to his lake.He even asked himself whether he had at least for a moment, may be even unconsciously taken his feet of the ground.
So he jumped in. Into the big lake. In the dark night, into the ice cold water. He just couldn't help it.

When the cold water splashed on to his face, the harsh reality woke him up.

The moon had never come to the lake.

The moon was always up there in the sky, where the boy had always seen it. Whatever he had seen in the lake, was simply its reflection. What the boy thought that the moon had come to his lake, was merely an illusion. Something that had deluded the boy.

The boy was now alone in the water. It was freezing cold. The boy was shivering. And he was sad that the moon, for which he had jumped into the water, was never there.
He swam back to the shore, back to his house.

Then he dried himself up.

Then the boy realized how silly he was. How could he possibly imagine that the moon that was miles miles away, would come to his lake. The boy felt so stupid. How grossly he had misinterpreted a simple things as the reflection.

But thankfully the moon seemed to have pardoned his little folly. As, even now, the moon shined brightly over the boy as he sat beside his lake.

Even if you always try to make intelligent choices, sometimes you blindly trust your instinct. When that judgment you made based on your blind instinct turns out to be grossly wrong, you find yourself in an awkward situation. Sad at first, but when you think it over, you feel really stupid you didn't think about it first. Really, really stupid, you can laugh at yourself. Or , at least smile :).

When I am typing this, I am becoming such a selfish and egoistic individual. Character traits I never wanted to develop. Otherwise I would have heeded to demands to not type this post, not only from me...