Hadi Atallah

The morning was as usual. The No-Drama Llama was mincing meat with a grinder—at a short-lived cafe.
Precious the Cow, remaining on her own, cried and cried to her heart’s content, watching in stupefied horror.
“Trying to save the world from cow farts. Sustainability at its finest,” the Llama said.
“But this is a no-drama episode,” Precious remarked.
“What else can go wrong?”
“The fact that you haven’t given us any motivation.”
The Llama shrugged.
“Ah, it’s a Tuesday.”
“Flipping burgers all Monday, I assume,” she said, watching in horror.
The Llama paused.
“Well, I suppose this is it.”
“What, Llama?”
“The world is better off by letting things out.”
“Like tears?”
“Exactly. If your tears are meant to fall, then you are meant to rise.”
For a long time, Precious stared at him; her slow nod came to light.
And the meat grinder continued.

Llama, isn’t it strange how dreamy phrases can have a lot on one side and just a little on the other?
Precious was always depressed, yet she made a move with her day. Brushed her hair and collected her tears for her to drink the next morning. Knowing too many days, too many facts, too much knowledge to be happy, studying books, sharing the kind of small talk with our dear folk, the llama—convinces us that we are indeed vulnerable.

Simply loving something more, with eyes closed, would have us stay behind. But there is a complete transfer, so please, convince yourself that you must keep on keeping on.

Peace up!