I remember when we were young; our father took us to the Secret Waterfall where his father used to take him. After a long climbing uphill he stopped, “Here, you can drink fresh clean water straight from the river”. It was beautiful. After a short brake and drinking straight from the water, we continued climbing up the river. What a surprise expected us. A swollen corpse of a dear that got shot by a hunter.
Image by Mark Koslow
A note: If TIME is the hunter, then the dead body is not of the dear alone – it is that we climb to the top just to fall!
We reached times whereas the future of mankind and others is determined by the actions and decisions of our generation. I am thinking to myself what kind of childhood memories we are to leave for our kids?
Original story by Karin Rydberg
Published: Aug 16, 2015
Latest Revision: Dec 6, 2016
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