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The Island of Feelings

The Island of Feelings

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived;
happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going
to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their
boats to leave.

Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island
paradise until the last possible moment.

When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to
leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness
was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, can I come with you
on your boat?" Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of
silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful
vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you,"
Vanity said, "you are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you."
Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, " Happiness, please take me with you."
But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me."
It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land, the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.

Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because
only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
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