The Man in Front of the Wall, Stubbornness

A wall says, “You can’t pass through here.”

A man says, “I’d like to visit a beautiful green grass field.”

The wall says again, “You can’t pass through here,” as if the wall is not listening to the man.

The man touches the wall and says,

“I’d like to walk on a hot summer shore.”

The wall says again,  “You can’t pass through here.”

The wall is cold and hard.

The man looks at his hands where the coldness from the wall is still remaining on, and says in his heart,

“I am useless, I am nothing.”

The man begs the wall and says,

“Nothing I can do except existing here. I will die soon. Please let me go, at least, let me die in a beautiful grass field or on a hot summer shore.”

The man keeps begging to the wall and eventually his time comes.

The wall is still repeating, “You can’t pass through here,” even the man is dead.

The truth is, the wall is only 100 m wide, anyone can easily walk over the wall from one of the edges.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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