Nekada davno postojao je jedan čovek, putovao je svetom i delio je ljudima svoj dar. Išao je od grada do grada, od mesta do mesta, davao je najbolje od sebe svakom čoveku koga je sreo. Ljudi su mu se ili zahvaljivali i osmehivali ili su ostajali zbunjeni. Neki su se čak i ljutili i terali ga od sebe. Ipak, svuda kuda je prošao ostavio je trag. Sve ljude koje je dotakao promenio je. Posle njega ništa više nije bilo isto. Taj čovek se zvao Svetlost, a njegov dar je bila svesnost. Osvetljavao je najmračnija mesta u ljudima ostavljajući svakome svoj dar. Znate šta je zanimljivo kod darova? Da li će ga neko prihvatiti i šta će uraditi sa njim ne zavisi od onoga ko daruje, već od onoga ko taj dar prima. Mnogi su darovi ostali neotvoreni i mnogi ljudi su izabrali da i pored svetla, žive u mraku.

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Once upon a time, there was one man who traveled the world and shared his gift with people. He went from city to city, from place to place, he gave the best of him to every man he met. People either thanked him and smiled or remained confused. Some even got angry and pushed him away. However, he left a mark everywhere he went. He changed all the people he touched. After him, nothing was the same. That man was called Light, and his gift was consciousness. He illuminated the darkest places in people, leaving everyone his gift. You know what’s interesting about gifts? Whether someone will accept it and what they will do with it does not depend on the one who gives, but on the one who receives that gift. Many gifts remained unopened and many people chose to live in the dark despite the light.

Tijana Stupljanin