In a small town where nothing exciting ever happened, lived a quiet boy named Arin. He was not famous, not rich, and not especially talented. But Arin had one strange habit—he listened to the wind.
Every evening, while others scrolled on their phones or watched television, Arin sat on the rooftop of his old house. He closed his eyes and let the wind touch his face. To everyone else, it was just air. To Arin, it was a storyteller.
The wind spoke in feelings, not words. It whispered about patience when Arin felt lost, and about courage when he felt afraid. On the nights he wanted to give up, the wind felt stronger, as if reminding him that storms always pass.
People laughed at him.
"Talking to the wind won't change your life," they said.
Arin never replied. He knew something they didn't.
Years passed. The boy who once listened quietly began to act. He worked hard, failed many times, and stood up again—each time remembering the lessons the wind had taught him. Slowly, his life changed.
One day, the same people who laughed at him asked,
"How did you become so strong without anyone guiding you?"
Arin smiled and looked at the sky.
"I was never alone," he said. "I learned to listen."
That evening, as the sun set, the wind passed through the town once more—still speaking, still teaching—but only to those who were quiet enough to hear it.