🌬 The Story of the Stone
A woman carried a heavy stone everywhere she went.
At first, she thought she could manage it.
But as the years passed, her back ached, her steps slowed, and her spirit dimmed.
The stone was not just rock.
It was anger.
It was betrayal.
It was the voice of those who had hurt her, and the memories she could not forget.
One day, she reached a river.
The water flowed endlessly—soft yet strong, like time itself.
She looked at the stone in her hands and whispered, “You are not mine to carry anymore.”
With trembling arms, she let it fall.
The river took it away—slowly, silently—as if it had been waiting for her all along.
Her hands felt empty, but her heart felt lighter.
She realized forgiveness did not mean what they did was right—it meant she was free.
And for the first time in years, she walked without the weight of the stone.
