"Rising up out of the flames like a phoenix." A phoenix keeps on flying, having lived for hundreds of years burns and is reborn from its own ashes. But he, he was just an ordinary bird lost in the path of life, a bird who wanted to fly high and would envy the story of a phoenix. When they met, phoenix would impart immense wisdom on this miserable creature. The phoenix was wise, but he wasn't. He was trying to conquer everything, it wasn't. Having enlightened thousands of souls, it was an exemplary example of a thin air hiding gems, an elixir, a wisdom, but the ordinary one was lost in the thing called life. Millions of souls changed, but he didn't, he just kept on burning. For he always had one wish : for his ashes to fly high, the highest. He was a story of the bird that flew away.
Being a bird of an an unknown species, he still looked same as everyone else, oh the oxymoron! Now I question you. Was it him who was unique or was it his thinking? Leaving his mother so he could grow up, forming groups,one after another, wrecking them,aimless was this miserable. No, he wasn't alone,don't get fooled by his words, he was desperate. We are always alone, he thought. A soul does not need feeding. I always look into reality and do not get dumbstruck by the stupid dreams like everyone else ... It was his thought that would lead to series of thoughts compiled into a philosophy. Oh, how thoughtful!
He was always trying to get into the circles but making friends would seemingly be a tiring job. From a circle to a new circle, he was meeting new birds. Recently he had made friends with a flock of the species. But this unknown one got kicked out. It was painful to bear. Loved had turned into self hatred and fear of ave which he would call as being emotionless.
Driven by a new ambition, he was flying higher and higher. He looked down and found out he had lost all of his companions. Driven with more passion, he was just looking up, at the endless sky becoming a loner. He had gradually lost everything, except his ambition to fly higher and his philosophies. As he was flying higher and higher, it was getting harder for him to breathe. Driven with more lust, he looked up and then saw a light, a special something he had never encountered before. He was flying as it was getting bigger and from a point on wards, that light started taking its form. That gleaming red light now started taking a form of two big beautiful wings, then tails then a complete bird, a bird with aura emanating so strongly made him lose all his composure, all at once. Something which he had never experienced before , seemingly untrue, had taken his soul away. Such was the power of an immortal being.
"Who are you , oh respected?" ; he asked.
It looked at him with dimensionless smile and said; "Oh great one, come up a little above so our position remains the same and I can face you. For the answer of your question, you can call me 'phoenix', oh great one."
He had a hard time believing its politeness and as soon as he heard the name 'phoenix' , he was overcome by astonishment, then fear and anger.
"So you're just a bird, even though a mythical one. But why are you here at this place,
oh respected?" ; he questioned the phoenix.
"Yes I am. You can treat me as your friend. I travel everywhere. The flow of time has brought me here. Now I'm very much obliged to have met you O great one."; it replied.
Now the previously amazed and attracted bird was starting to get annoyed at the mythological creature for various reasons ; one of it being it was just another species of the creatures he hated the most, and another being its voice was starting to annoy him and moreover, the huge creature was just blocking his way , for he wanted to reach higher up into the sky. He tried to hide his emotions having no idea it could smell everything.
"Why are you flying at this height, oh great one? It seems that you are in search of something. What is it, may I know?"
"I just want to fly higher. I really appreciate your help oh respected, but you're blocking my way."
"What is that so dearly thing that you think you can get by reaching higher? Because further up are molten rocks surrounded by fire and further up is nothing but sky full of lava."
Hearing the mythological creature say this, he was initially shocked ,then his head started flushing with anger. This filthy creature is trying to test my patience I see, just blocking my way, who does he think he is? The emotionless emotion had started showing gradually. The phoenix would try talking some sense into him but he wouldn't listen. Practically thinking, can YOU imagine a sky full of lava in a real life? Phoenix was a hoax anyway, so were his virtual enlightening words.
The talk went on for days. Phoenix who had saved millions , was it being unable to save this one? The battle for enlightenment with worldly sorrows still possessing, phoenix had started disappearing ,first gradually then rapidly.
It's my win, I have successfully battled a phoenix and talked my way out into the heavenly sky. Now I can continue my flight. He felt great after battling a phoenix and having won. Phoenix had now completely disappeared. He rushed into the sky with a big smile on his face that wouldn't fade. For the first time in his life , he felt true peace and happiness.It knew no bounds. Happiness of a level you cannot comprehend. He had experienced many momentary pleasures but this was something unearthly.
He was so happy he could feel aura of happiness around him. The aura kept getting bigger and heavier. He was starting to overflow with peace. His light heart was starting to get heavy for some reason, and then heavier and heavier. Not only was it getting heavier but also hotter. It was weird but he was too busy taking pleasure from it. The pleasure of hotness was too great. It was too late until he noticed his body getting blisters all over. He was rather surprised of the situation he was in but he kept pleasuring himself. He felt the temperature increasing rapidly. It was not until his body caught fire when he screamed "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh......." That sound reached the depths of hell, but he endured and kept on moving, setting an example of perseverance. Breaking the records he kept flying upwards. He saw himself surrounded with fire. There was fire all around, as far as his eyes could see. But he still kept on moving. The flames were only getting thicker until he saw everything covered in lava. The pain was immense. The sky was tumbling, or rather, he was the sky. It was a struggle between life and death, and then death and perseverance.
He always had this one dream : for his ashes to fly high, the highest ; for his ashes to take his own form and fly. No, not being born a new, like a phoenix but his ashes to take his form and fly higher. This was his only way to compete with a phoenix, a mythological creature inscribed in books, not becoming a phoenix but rather a unique bird of ashes. Was his dream stupid?
He slowly felt his life fading away. He saw himself turning into ashes and he started remembering his dreams. Is this the moment I turn into that unique bird of ashes? He thought. Or will my ash just fade away, like its always been with me.
He now had been burned completely and all there remained were his ashes and his soul watching it .... fall from the depths of the sky. His ashes would not fly, no matter how hard he tried. His ashes were on the effect of gravitation so was his soul, waiting to be vanished. Never in his whole life had he felt so worthless. All the flashbacks running on his soul was painful and confusing. Was he in heaven or hell? Because he could not feel his body anymore. He remembered all his talks with the phoenix and its warnings. He felt worthless for having looked down upon it. The phoenix had tried to save him, like it had saved the millions. He regretted each and every one of his mistakes. This was when everything started getting blurry and even though he was just a soul, he was knocked unconscious on his own.
He saw himself gradually coming back to senses. But what in the world?
He saw himself covered in lava screaming with immense pain, the exact moment before his death. Was the thing he had just experienced before all just a dream? Was he still alive? Never was he so confused in his whole life. But for some reasons he felt relief. It was when he started pleasuring himself with that relief, then he found the lava and the fire rapidly decreasing, very rapidly in fact. He was burning, but it was now a heavenly experience. An experience where all the descriptions fail. He saw himself revive into new.
It got more confusing when he saw all the remaining fire get collected into a ball of fire in front of him. That ball took its form. It emanated an intense light which he had seen somewhere before. The ball turned into the same phoenix he had encountered before. It welcomed him with a big smile.
Bewildered and confused, he asked; "Who really are you, oh respected?"
It replied; "Great one, I'M YOU"
Then he went on a journey to save millions.
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