The pond was still. It’s surface was calm, no movement what so ever, and the water clear like a mirror. The pond felt good, relaxed. It stayed that way for a long time, since it could remember. Why would it be any other way? But everything around it changed, everything it reflected.” What does ‘change’ feel like?”, it wondered. “Yes”-the pond finally thought to itself, “this IS getting a bit boring. And if I stay like this, nothing will happen anyway.” It definitely decided “I shall be clear no MORE!”. So it set out to perform a little play and started waving. “Interesting”, the pond thought, “and a bit tickly.” So as it waved, it wanted to see how far can it go. It created small waves, big waves, circular ripples, and even some square ones! The waves hit each other and created more waves. It was fun. But after a while of constant waving, the pond became more and more inquisitive. It thought to itself: “This feels great but... what does it look like? What would it feel to see it?”. It came to it’s mind because the ponds water reflected everything around it, but not itself. It served as a mirror for everything around, but there was no pond for the pond to see itself. “Does this waving business look good? I wouldn’t like to look silly.” But more than that, it wanted to know how it feels to be the audience for it’s own play. The pond reached a dead end.
But then an idea came to it’s mind! It remembered when the waves hit each other, small pieces of the pond separated for a split second. What if...? “Well, I can’t create another pond, but I can create a large amount of small ones! So the pond started creating special waves which went higher and higher, until at the very top... drops started to separate. It felt that it lost a part of itself, but figured it was alright, and well worth the effort.
“What is going on?”, the drop thought to itself, “Where am I?”. It was flying through the air, surrounded by other drops, like itself. There was a wave under them, and it was huge. Whenever they thought about it, they felt even smaller. And a bit alone. The drop felt separated from the world around it. As if the air is not where it belonged, but was there just visiting. “That’s silly, better not think about it.” And even so, there were other drops for company, a lot of them actually. And each was different- some were small, other larger, there were perfect spheres, and wobbly ones, and even some that were edgy. But interestingly, every drop had an unique reflection of the world around it. “Why is it like that?”
It wasn’t long until some drops started arguing. Drops from each wave stayed together, though a few visited other waves. But some of them that stayed disliked the drops from other waves. They were more different and strange, therefore not good. And some drops had a bigger wave, which annoyed the other ones. They bickered at each others differences, even though the one drop reflecting these events found it crazy. “They are all different anyway, how come they don’t see it?” And it felt alone again, since some of the drops were arguing and others just went about their business.
Suddenly, something happened that changed everything. As the drops reflected and, sadly, argued, the drop noticed some of them were going the wrong way in the air. They were going down. And interestingly, they were the ones who were here the longest. They all agreed that drops circle around in the air, and didn’t give much thought to it. But as these ones continued falling, they all reflected with anticipation. They all have seemed to come from the crest of the wave, though they didn’t know how, when and why, but these ones were falling towards the dark trough of the wave. It didn’t look good. Then the first drop hit the water surface, and it... disappeared. All the drops started panicking! What did this mean? Where did it go? What happened to it? Is this what awaits all of them? This made the drops think what it meant to BE a drop? What were they, and since it seems they were not going to be in the air forever, what was their purpose? The drop thought that this could be something to unite them, and figure out together what it’s all about. Oh, how wrong it was. Soon enough, the drops went on as before, arguing, because each had it’s own unique opinion. Two groups prevailed. One stated that the reflections they posses are something given, and that the water is only a vehicle. Other, however, said that it’s the water that matters, and reflections are just a by-product. It all confused the one drop, who thought there was more than that to the subject. But it just didn’t know. And the waves though frightened it, as more and more drops fell in.
As the groups bickered back and forth, a very few drops went on to fly even higher, higher then any one before, in search of answers. One of those drops returned to the group, and seemed... happy. It said that it saw beyond the waves around them, and that those waves are not all there is! There were waves as far as the water could reflect, different waves from their own, and they were moving. Changing! That the crests they liked, since more drops came out, and the though they disliked, because that’s were other drops disappeared, are not constant. They are actually the same water, only moving. The crest became the though, and the though a crest. That was what a wave was, and there were a lot of them. They called this vastness of waves – a pond. Of course, other drops immediately called them crazy. They couldn’t imagine it, since they themselves didn’t reflect anything like it. So they just continued with their way, most giving up on looking for the answer, and just ignored the whole ordeal altogether. But the one drop still wandered, what if the drop that went higher DID reflect something new, something over the waves.
One by one, they dropped in to the water. Some went gracefully and happy, other wobbled until the end. And then came the time for the drop that didn’t stop wondering. There it was, the dark though of the wave, staring back at it. It was afraid. All it knew was flying through the air and reflecting. What would happen when it hits the water? Will it disappear? Will it’s water just return to the wave and it’s reflection be lost forever. It was nearer and nearer. The final moment. The drop decided to hide it’s fear, and act calm. After all, whatever happens is inevitable. And with a very small ripple, it hit the water.
An amazing feeling struck it. All of it’s reflections were still there. And it still felt water around itself. But it was very different. A good type of different. The drop was happy. It was actually the other way around – it didn’t lose any of it’s reflections, nor its water, but gained much more. It felt all the other drops that dropped before it. But now, they were all one water. And all of their reflections were together, like old friends telling their life stories to each other. And there were reflections of some far away waves as well, places the drop never knew existed. It was truly amazing. But the greatest thing was that the feeling it had in the beginning, of being alone and not belonging, and being small in comparison to the waves, was gone. Now the waves were its body. It didn’t feel like a drop, but with all the other drops it felt like... what was the word that one drop used... a pond?
The pond felt great. A bit narcissistic perhaps, marveling in reflections of itself. But it felt it changed it. All the drops that returned turned up to add more then reflections like it originally thought. They brought feelings. And now they shared feelings, like a whole. The pond never wanted to go back to being still, this was way more fun. And always changing. And it seems, changing is good.
As the waves continued to rise, and more drops went up and down, the water itself changed. It was no longer clear, that you can see through it. It was filled with colors of all sorts of reflections, like a crystal that reflects light. And each reflection was unique and precious.