The Lamp

Man and the Lamp

Once, there was a lamp. A lonely, simple lamp that stood in its’ place and lit the path in front of it. It did this day in and night out. It did this for it knew nothing else. It showed the path to all and sundry who came that way. It was bright and brilliant and shone as if it’s life depended on it. When, in actuality it didn’t make any difference to it if it shone or not. It did not get anything by lighting up the path. In fact, it lost. It lost its life as it lit the path. 

Some walked the path as it was well lit and clear in its view.

Others walked for they wanted to walk that path.

Few others choose that path as it was not dark and they didn’t have to fear the unknown.

One day a man walked up the path and cursed the lamp. He chose a dirty ditch to lamp. He liked the ditch that took him to dark alley where he could do all that he wanted to do in dark. The lamp lit the path and cleared the path. Here, he couldn’t do anything dirty and bad. He cursed the lamp. He shouted at lamp, abused the lamp and asked it to be the ditch that took him to the dark alley.

 

How could a lamp become a dirty ditch?

So, it just kept quiet. It just WAS.

He got angrier. He felt the lamp was teasing him, insulting him and not being good for not talking him to the blind alley.

The lamp kept quiet. It just lit the path.

He threw stones at the lamp, called it names.

The lamp continued what it was doing.

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