Long ago, a
wood carver named Matsugoro found himself gazing at The Tall One. Standing
proud and almighty, this tree cast the longest shadow in the village.
Because of its indomitable presence throughout hundreds of years, it
became the hub of this village. With a sigh, he stared at it every
day while carting his wares to sell on the streets.
As a child,
Matsugoro used to climb every tree that he set his eyes on - all but The
Tall One. He felt free and fearless. He was so daring that he was called
the Monkey Boy. He didn't just think about doing things, he did them. When
he reached the top of each tree, he yelled in a clear and loud voice
allowing his spirit to soar.
Years passed.
Adulthood took over and Matsugoro soon found that being so uninhibited was
frowned upon by his fellow villagers. Family life and hard work were the
expected routine. His own work absorbed most of the time and away he
toiled. He turned serious and quiet. His dreams faded and he no longer
felt like the Monkey Boy.
But every
morning it never failed; The Tall One spoke to him with its silent
defiance. He never voiced his dream of climbing it, for he never really
said anything at all. Keeping to his usual way, he turned into a man of
steady but boring virtue. But deep inside, the voice of the Monkey Boy was
gently resonating.
One summer
day, he awoke feeling the weight of discontentment sitting heavily on his
chest. He knew that it was time to challenge The Tall One.
The first
branch was easy to reach. The second and third seemed more spread apart.
His body stretched and his hands strained with each grasp. His muscles
shook and burned from exhaustion. Nevertheless, he kept looking up while
imagining the almost forgotten taste of victory.
The sun grew
hotter and hotter, whipping his back with its scorching rays. But still he
kept going. The climb chipped away many minutes. Minutes turned into
hours. Finally, when it seemed like his arms were going to break like the
frailest of twigs, he looked up once more. He saw that he was almost
there.
Matsugoro
listened closely to his inner voice. He had to visualize
that he had the ability within and remember himself as a child. Just as
The Tall One once seemed so indomitable to him, he now felt like the one
who was unconquerable.
He allowed a breath. It was such a deep, loving breath and let
go of all fear and finally heard the voice.
With his last
bit of energy, Matsugoro lifted himself and finally caught sight of the
very top branch. He let himself rest awhile. With limbs quivering and
sweat dripping, he saw his village. What a sight. Suddenly, everything
looked so small. Then the voice of the Monkey Boy traveled from his
belly and he yelled from the top of his lungs "Thank you."
He surrendered to his spirit, returning to the Monkey Boy. The
booming, clear voice sounded almost foreign to him, for he hadn't
heard it for so long.
He felt aware. A new vision was emerging. His body felt so
alive for the first time in years. He was frightened at first, but he
realized that he enjoyed this awareness. It really wasn't about
this one conquest. There were surely more challenges that awaited
Matsugoro. But through this journey, he saw a vista of other
possibilities.
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