The Dig

 

He kept on digging while the sun shone over his lean figure and wind caught the whiff of his perspiration. The storm was getting closer, but he did not stop for once, considering the natural obstructions extraneous. He found the treasure of “love” but threw it away and kept digging. A strange figure approached and said, “You must be human, looking for peace”. “How do you know that?” asked the digger surprisingly. The creature replied with a smug, “All the fools looking for peace are humans, though peace is inside them, but they spend their life searching in the abyss.