THE HOPE

I have heard a story that has given me hope. I am writing that story in my own words. I strongly believe you will like it, so let’s get on with it.
This story starts in early ADs, nearly 2000 years back, in interior Europe. The place was plagued by wars. Peasants were more like a slave of the kings. They were busy running their daily chores, which was also decided by the king. But our young boy, Abel was a daydreamer. He was always found giving hope to others. 
The words like liberty of thoughts or that of expression were unheard of. Dreams of Abel were sufficient enough to declare him mad. But he always filled colors in everyone’s life, he was the most amazing painter anyone had ever seen. 
But the time flew and Abel grew, like others he was also asked by King to work in the field. Abel, the poor innocent soul, was unable to hide his feelings & refused the king. Infuriated king asked for the reason and Abel replied: “I want to paint this miserable world into a beautiful one.” King thought to himself “let me show him, what miserable is.”
King said “If you really want that you will get that, but you should start with a really miserable place. You will be locked in the Jail, where no one can reach you, not even light.” Abel had no clue what he had done or what is happening to him. Next moment he realized that he was held captive at the darkest place anyone could have ever imagined. The guard mockingly said: “Now paint as much as you want” and threw the paint towards him. Abel humbly collected the paint in the dark. 
Few days passed by, King was curious about what would have happened to Abel. So he decided to pay him a visit. When the king reached the cell, he found that nobody was there. He saw that Abel had painted a beautiful sky on the roof. And the King realized that Abel must have spread his wing and flown into the sky.
I know it would not have been easy to digest for a logical mind. So keeping simple for you, you can imagine Abel not as a person but as a thought. And we all know that thoughts cannot be controlled let alone imprisoned. So let them fly high.
The moral of this story is that when all the doors close on you. You can either choose to wait for the door to open to crawl your way through it, or you can paint your sky and choose to fly.

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