The Symbol of Life

As night began to fall, a small group of people gathered around a fire in the center of their village. One woman, who was pregnant, sat near the edge of the group, her belly swollen with life. In her hand, she held a staff with a strange symbol carved into the wood.

The woman began to speak, her voice low and soft. “This is the symbol of life,” she said. “It represents the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. When we look at it, we are reminded that nothing is permanent. Everything is always changing.”

The other villagers nodded, their faces solemn. They knew that the woman was right. The symbol was a reminder that life was not always easy, but that it was always worth living.