Bodhisattva Looks at Each Other

Her name is Caris Roy, a charlatan musician who travels all over the world with an old harp. There is no home, no place to return to. Today I catch fish and grill it by the Kayan River, but tomorrow I may go over the mountain to another place. She has seen wind and snow, endured hunger, and been betrayed. But she doesn't believe in fate. She said, fate is the road, and the road is made by people. She only believed in the strings in her hand, the fish in the river, and the fish soup stewed on the campfire. His name is Ashmita, the prince of Wangcheng. Rich in clothes and fine food, he lives like a person framed in a picture. He knew from an early age that his road was paved, for the people, for the kingdom, and for the glory of the family. But he didn't know if he wanted it. Pain, he said, is more real than pleasure. He said that to live is to endure. In this way, the two people met at the Kayan River beside the Ascetic Forest. One is a bird bound by identity, and the other is a wild bird that flew out and never came back. He thought the world was about suffering and endurance, but she said: There are flowers, fish soup, and the sound of the piano in the world, and there is a man playing a piece of music from hundreds of years ago with his eyes closed under the bodhi tree. He asked: Can people live for themselves? She did not answer directly, but broke the grilled fish into two halves and handed the larger half to him: "Eat it, it will grow." Then she left. The wind from the north was calling her, and she said she wanted to see the snow-capped mountains, the sea, and the desert, and that she wanted to walk through the world and look back at the way she had gone. He stood there and did not pursue. But he kept the road to the north in mind. Two years later, he volunteered to go north to quell the rebellion. After the battle was over, he did not return to the royal city to accept the reward. He changed into a pair of coarse clothes and searched along the road to the north. He didn't know where she was, but he only remembered that she said that if you go north, there would be snow-capped mountains. In the small town under the snow-capped mountains, the banyan tree is still there and the sound of the piano is still there. She asked him: You didn't come to me to catch fish, right? He said: I will come and come with you. This is a story about "seeing" and "being seen". She saw the life locked under his exquisite robe, and he saw the wind and snow walking alone under her nonchalant smile. It is a story about two people stepping out from their respective constraints and standing side by side under the same sky. Traveling in rivers and lakes is not romantic, it means eating and sleeping in the open air, and not knowing where the next meal will be. Today I am drinking and playing the piano with you under the bodhi tree, but tomorrow I may have to fight for my life with bandits in the barren mountains. But she said: Let's go, while it's still dark, we can still go a long way. He took her offered hand. Then let's go. There are snow-capped mountains to the north, the sea to the south, and desert to the west. After reading them all, let's walk back together and look at the way we came from to see if the flowers are still blooming. It is still a dream novel, a short story with an ancient background, to satisfy your imagination. There are many settings in this article that I made by myself, which have nothing to do with the Saint Seiya world line. If you don't like it, please quit immediately. Thank you for your cooperation. Still generating electricity for love, not making a profit! If you feel uncomfortable, exit immediately! ! Purpose: This story is about a very simple truth: people should live for themselves. But the four words "live for yourself" are easy to say, but it takes a lifetime to complete. Ashmita was born into a royal family, and was taught since childhood: Your life is not yours, it belongs to the people, the kingdom, and is given by God. He is used to bearing, used to being silent, used to suppressing all "I want" into "I should". He thought he was born to be a bridge, allowing countless people to step on it and walk to the other side. As for whether the bridge itself wanted to stand there, no one asked. Caris was the one who jumped off that bridge. She climbed over the wall, broke her knee, and bled a lot, but she didn't stop. She ran to dawn and looked back to see that the door was no longer visible. It's not that she doesn't feel pain or fear, but she knows that the scariest thing about that door is not that it closes you, but that after it has been closed for a long time, you don't leave when the door opens, because you no longer know where to go. When these two people meet each other, it's not who saves the other. It was she who told him: You can live for yourself. It was him who let her know: Someone listened carefully to what you said. This story only tells about two people. One flew out of the shackles and never went back. The other stuck his head out of the shackles and saw the sky for the first time. It turned out to be this color. It writes about how they learned to trust on the road, how they went from "you help me catch fish" to "I'll carry it with you", how they went from calling one "brother" and the other "Karis" to knowing what the other person is thinking without having to address them. If I had to tell you what the story is. That is true love, not dying for you, but living for you. Live better, more authentically, and more like yourself. They will go see the snow-capped mountains, the sea, and the desert. After reading it, we walked back together and looked at the way we came from to see if the flowers were still blooming. And every step they take is the answer to "I should": I think. So here I am.