In a quaint village, nestled among lush meadows and whispering woods, lived Chimmi, a small and lively sparrow. Her feathers, though modest in hue, shimmered with the warmth of the sun. In this village, where every creature seemed to live by unspoken societal norms and obligations, Chimmi cherished her simple, carefree life.
Her closest friend, Rumi, a wise and thoughtful owl, often spent hours in deep conversation with Chimmi, discussing the mysteries of the sky and the secrets of the winds. One day, Rumi entrusted Chimmi with a task – to deliver a message to his old friend who lived in the bustling downtown. The message, wrapped in a delicate leaf, was light, but the responsibility felt heavy on Chimmi’s tiny wings.
As Chimmi embarked on her journey, the world unfolded in a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds unfamiliar to her. The further she flew from her serene meadows, the more the noise and chaos of life swelled around her. In the midst of her journey, Chimmi encountered various creatures – some kind-hearted, others curious, and a few scornful.
“Why do you carry this message, Chimmi?” asked a crow perched atop an ancient oak. “Is there a reward for your labor?”
“No,” Chimmi replied, her voice as soft as the rustling leaves, “there’s no reward. I do it because Rumi asked me to.”
Further along, a group of sparrows, chattering and flitting about, questioned her, “Are you a messenger by profession? Why burden yourself with others’ affairs?”
Chimmi paused, her mind a whirlwind of doubt. She had never considered why she was helping Rumi. Was there a reason needed for helping a friend?
Lost in thought, Chimmi wandered off her path. She flew over rivers and mountains, through forests and fields, each filled with their own stories and struggles. Everywhere she went, the question echoed, “Why do you do this, Chimmi?”
The days passed, and the message remained undelivered. Chimmi, once sure of her purpose, now doubted her actions. In her heart, she knew that being with Rumi made her happy; his presence was like the gentle breeze of spring that brought life to her world. But the voices around her sowed seeds of doubt – was affection enough reason to act?
As the sun set on another day, Chimmi found herself perched on a lonely branch, the message still clutched in her beak. She pondered the question that had followed her – was it right to act without reason, guided only by the heart? Or was the world correct in its belief that every action must have a purpose, a benefit, a reason?
