The Truth

Once upon a time, there was a local sales man with a nice job, a loving and caring wife whom he had four beautiful daughters with. Though he had everything to be happy, the man was restless and unhappy. His wife came up to him one day, and asked him what was going on. ‘I want to search for the Truth’ he said. 'Then go' she said. But clever as she was, she told him to make sure that everything he'd leave behind, was called hers. So he left and conquered great mountains, deep valleys and mysterious forests. He searched for days, weeks and even months.

But then, one day, he discovered a cave up in the mountains, in which an old woman had build a home. She had a skin so old, it looked like leather. Her hair was greasy and her hands were covered in dirt. But when she spoke, her voice was so beautiful and graceful that he finally realized he had found it: the Truth. He stayed for over a year and she taught him everything he ever wanted to learn. Then the time had come for the man to go back to his beloved family. At the last goodbye, he asked her: ‘Dear Truth, you were so good to me the past year. Please, tell me, is there anything I can do for you?’ She thought carefully, pointed her old, wrinkled finger, and spoke: ‘Well yes, there is one thing. When you tell other people about me, tell them I’m young and pretty’.