I traveled long and fast. My paws are even raw from the hasty journey away from pain... or was that towards happiness.... it is starting to affect my well-being in many ways.
Albeit this bear is traveling well and without fear on the journey, it is more painful to walk than the thorn I had in there long ago.
Writing down my memoirs of what this bear remembers as a cub...
I remember him being peaceful. Him being pure. Him being so nice and sharing food with other forest animals...
But there was always something that evaded that little cub and it was success. Little triumphs that could ignite a little joy, but he never had that experience. Thus he has grown to know and rely on hope and hope is what always got him to push further.
Many liked this cub for who he was. As this cub grew he know the difference between being good and being like the men I have documented in that village. While they may entice you with their great inventions and jolly banters, they have so much more hurt to offer that you can´t even see but eventually feel it breaking you off.
As he grew he didn´t have the need for money or success, but just for love and the pleasure of knowing people trust him and he can deliver making them smile.
It bears a great deal of hurt in this bear to know that the cub I once knew is steadily dying.
How does this bear know this? It is because of the bear´s change during personal anguish. The wrong way to grow up in this world.
Coin matters in this world to change and become better. One becomes the coin and if that coin stands between two mirrors one sees something else on the back. Another side of that coin...
What has one become due to change and is this what we want? Does the face on the other side of the coin look better than what we are now?
This bear stares at the mirror and the face that is staring back at him looks different than what he remembers. It is a bear in a top hat with a monocle, vest and a snazzy shirt. Did this bear achieve success? Why doesn´t this face smiles and why does it looks so lonesome.
The bear stares slightly above the face in the mirror which he can clearly the the reflecting of the mirror behind him. The face on that side of the coin, the back of the coin, the memory of the past... That bear looks so happy. He is smiling. This bear can see his eyes wrinkle because of happiness and what is tucked like a baby in his arms... what is that furry smiling mass in his arms... of course:
It is a furry bunny.
The mirror cracks to reveals tears and the monocle falls off the bear.
This bear wants to go home!
...just to feel safe once more and to be able to smile...
