The Seeker

“You are away and walking farther away from home, son”, said the old raggedy looking man. “And, [he paused for some seconds, looked intensely into the boy’s eyes and continued] there is a lot you can find out here. But as for the specific thing you are looking for [he inhaled and exhaled deeply, simultaneously, and loudly; and continued very slowly and in fainter tone] – am not sure you will find it here”. The pretty hazel eyes of a little angel responded with an intense look into the old man’s eyes, as if in search of the old man’s heart to gain a total grasp of what he had just heard. Those eyes were Dan’s.

That day was quite complicated and confusing for Dan: earlier on, he had seen mummy crying. What had happened? Daddy acted a little bit above weird. Although he constantly quarreled with mummy; but, this time, mummy was badly brutalized. This reminded Dan of the several times he had seen people suffering. His fragile mind had continued to imagine in wonder, without satisfying answers, why people should keep suffering; why there couldn’t be a scenario where people lived happily without conflict, but in perfection. On this very day, he decided on something. He packed his little rucksack and went in search of perfection. He had hopes of bringing it to the world of his Dad and Mum.

He cruised through a little town path he had walked almost all the time. On this path, he saw an old man covered in grey hairs and beards. He smiled fearfully and waved his tiny palm at the old man. The old man’s response was verbal, direct, and jolting: “Son, what are you doing trekking this path all by yourself?” “Sir”, the little angel said in a squeaky voice, “I am searching for perfection so that mummy wouldn’t have to cry anymore and people wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. I believe that I will find it as long as I search very well.” “Where are you from?” “Downtown valley”, was the candid reply. The old man exhaled deeply and spoke to Dan in the words of the first paragraph.

The old man then handed Dan a shiny jade stone. He taught him in these words: “Son, no matter how pretty this is, it still lacks the one thing you seek – perfection! Yet, people go on to appreciate and hold it so dearly. Treat life in the same manner. Appreciate life the way it is, because it can never be perfect.” He said these in a strange old cracked voice, and walked on. With his right fore-finger pointing upwards, he croaked in a husky voice, “Think about it son. Think about it”. Dan was bewildered into an enlightened truth and improved understanding about life. He gazed in thought as the old man’s figure faded from sight. He had found the truth he needed, not the perfection he sought.