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"You will always find an answer in the sound of water."

​- Zhuangzi

Makyo

9/20/2017

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There was a girl named Makyo who grew up on a farm.

Growing up as such, even as a young child she had many responsibilities:

In the early morning she’d let the barn cats out to feed, do the same for the chickens

...and the cows
...and the pigs.

In fact, most of her responsibilities could be divided up into giving and taking; giving the animals their food and taking their produce.

These responsibilities gave her enough fulfillment, but still she felt that she was wanting more in life.

Her desires were met however when her parents told her she was moving to the city.

 What joy! She would finally see the excitement of the hustle and bustle of city life!

Her parents bought a large studio apartment with a glass facade that overlooked the city skyline.

It was quite gorgeous.

Her experience socially was also very good.

She was very popular at school, picking all of the more “feminine” aspects of girlhood that she might not have gained on the farm from sleepovers and make-over parties.

She soaked the whole experience up, however she couldn’t help but notice that most of the other girls felt stifled where they were, like they wanted something more than what the city could offer.

Seeing this, the girl arranged to take her girlfriends out for a day at a ranch on the outskirts of town.

There, she showed and described to her friends what she used to do as a farm girl.

Instead of being put off, her friends were actually fascinated at all of the intricacies of this life they never known; but more importantly, they saw that what they did in the city was similar to what Makyo would do in the country.

The individual responsibilities were different, but taking out the trash, making sure it was separated before going into the incinerator was akin to preparing wheat to grind, sorting the chaff to make feed for the animals.

Waking up early to feed those animals and waking up early to get both the daily newspaper for their dads and the fresh produce from the greengrocer was essentially the same thing.

The girls left the county and returned to the city with a new outlook on life.

An outlook that didn’t change.

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