Once upon a time there lived a shy little turtle. It was very cautious and afraid to step out of its cave. You see, the turtle had been hurt before and thinking that it couldn’t survive yet another hit it decided to delve into the safeness of its cold dark refuge. Then one day the turtle decided to step outside. It felt bold and proud and daring as it made its first steps into the light.
Taught by history, the turtle concluded that its hard shell – carved with experiences, hopes and expectations – wasn’t enough to protect it from the vast variety of dangers of the big wide world, so it decided to make a shiny helmet it found in the cave its own. So thoroughly prepared, did it feel safe now?
No. After all, who knows what all unforeseen problems and threats may come up! Eery vile things it possibly didn’t even think of… There was but one thing the turtle was perfectly aware of, and that was how painfully vulnerable and utterly inadequate it was. So as it squirmed towards the light, carefully scanning its surroundings, its fears grew stronger with every step it took and every step it took got smaller, until it finally came to a halt.
Consumed with fear it began to backtrack towards its lonely abode as its eyes fell upon the stacked up stones next to the cave entrance.
The message was always there, right in front of the little turtle, and while it was many times amazed by the Happy Stones the turtle never once pondered the source of their happiness.
It was simple really. The stones were connected, and in balance. Not because it was safe and not because they were certain they wouldn’t fall, but simply because they liked to play just as much as they liked to spend time with each other.
Story & illustration by Sabina Nore
The background and everything else is full-blooded digital work, so I guess this makes this a computer graphic, all considered.
