The Archer

A long time ago an archer finally took the arrow out of the target that he had placed years before. The target was no longer suitable for him, and he painfully ripped the point out of the bulls-eye. This broke his heart, so he decided not to shoot any more arrows. Time passed, and his arrows rusted. This did not bother him. He was happy. He was content with himself because he discovered other parts of the forest that were beautiful. However, the man is an archer, and cannot go forever without finding a target and aiming for it. He decides to try again and, finding his skill and arrows rusty, he is discouraged. This is a new forest, and one he is not used to. He decides to purchase a full set of bows for his quiver. Hopefully one of them will hit its target. He doesn't know if it will work, but he hopes its target is one that will make the bowman complete. It fills the archer with hope, and makes him feel more vulnerable at the same time. Not used to sending his arrows out, he has grown complacent with keeping his arrows safe, watching his targets move past. The rejection of missing a target bothers him more than it should, but he knows the target was not meant for him. Now the time has come to send some more and see if they find the target he was meant for.