“This is stupid.” he blurted out, opening his eyes. The view up here was certainly life changing but after a week of shivering in his tent all night, and meditating all day, Dan was done with the whole “find enlightenment” thing.
“I bet those monks are laughing their butts off right now.” He mused aloud, “Hey let’s send the dumb one up the mountain and see how long he stays.” Dan mimicked the monks accents poorly. “Well, I fell for it!” He stood frustrated, stretching. He now knew the answers he wanted were not up here. Meditating wouldn't bring his father back or fix his sister. He sighed deeply and and froze hearing a new sound.
He had been utterly alone on his island in the clouds, just Dan and the grass that sighed wistfully in the wind. Heart pumping at the sound of footsteps, he turned, half expecting to see an orange robed monk with a mischievous grin. Instead he saw a dog jogging towards him gleefully.
Dan used his best doggie voice “Well hello there buddy.” He rubbed its neck checking the collar for a name. In the same voice he added “If you’re name is Enlightenment then somebody up there has a really sick sense of humor.”
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