A father and son walked through the quiet forest. The father moved gently, his presence like the stillness of dawn. The son, restless, ran ahead, chasing shadows of light.
The father spoke, his voice soft like the wind: “Why do you hurry?”
“I seek the light,” the son replied.
The father paused, then answered: “It is already here. In each step. In each breath.”
The son, listening, felt the earth beneath his feet. He understood.
Together, they walked on, silent, in the way of all things.
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