A Sheep Standing at the Edge of the Flock

Summary

One sheep stays with the flock, while the other ventures beyond the fence. The former chooses warmth and security, the latter chooses wind and solitude. Both seem logical. But as the seasons change and something begins to crumble beneath the ground, the two choices have completely different outcomes. This is not a story of courage; it is a story of where the weight of choice sinks.

Keywords

Flock, Isolation, Choice, Blindness, Diversity

Spring Pasture

Sheep grazed orderly in a hilltop pasture. The fences were low, the wind was calm, and the sky was clear. In the center of the flock, each sheep's body heat was transferred, their footsteps blended together, and their own heartbeats became less noticeable. Without any thought, all they had to do was move in the same direction as the one next to them. If the sheep in front of them stopped, they stopped; if they ran, they ran. That was all it took for the day.

The older sheep said, "You're safe in the flock. There are wolves outside," the young sheep nodded. He'd never seen the outside, but he'd been taught it was dangerous. What was on the other side of the fence was vague, but what was inside the flock was certain. Everyone knew where the grass and water sources were.

One sheep stopped near the fence. Half a step behind the flock, peering over the hill. It didn't have a particularly colored coat or strong horns. It was just the direction of its gaze that was different.

Its companions called out, "Why are you on the edge? It's warmer in the center." The sheep didn't reply. It simply sniffed the breeze.

In the shadow of the fence

One day, the grass in the pasture got a little shorter. But no one noticed. Everyone was looking at the same height of grass. Seeing the sheep in front munching contentedly was reassuring.

In the flock, there was less to think about. Judgments were averaged, and doubts were diluted. Even if anxiety began to grow, it vanished when it caught sight of the calm face of the sheep next to it.

Security = Number of times looking in the same direction ÷ Number of times you check

The fewer times you check, the more security you feel. At least, that's how it feels.

The sheep near the fence dug at the base of the grass. The soil was starting to dry. The stream in the distance was narrowing. But when he told the flock this, they just shook their heads. "If everyone else is okay, then it must be okay." Those words were convenient. Having a place to leave your doubts was like letting go of a heavy burden. You didn't have to carry it yourself.

Soon, the sheep near the fence pushed aside the low branches of the trees and went outside. There was a rustle behind them. "Come back. This is the best place." The voices eventually faded away.

The Wind Beyond the Hill

The outside was vast. There was definitely a wolf's shadow. The night was cold, and the water source was far away. They had to wander around looking for grass.

But as they walked, they found another hill. There was still green grass there. The soil was damp, and the stream was thick.

The sheep in the fence looked back. The flock was nowhere to be seen. Only a low cloud of dust drifted.

By this time, the grass in the pasture was beginning to dry up. But the flock remained together. No one looked outside. Everyone was staring at the same ground, moving with the same gait.

One sheep stumbled, and several others followed. No one could see the cause. Everyone began to collapse.

Same direction walking = stability x time - preparation for change

When preparation for change approaches zero, time ceases to be your ally.

The sheep outside the fence made no attempt to form a new flock. They simply memorized the hills, checked the flow of the stream, and walked to another location. The loneliness persisted. But the view was wide.

The final footprints remained.

The seasons changed, and the pasture grew quiet. The fence remained standing. But inside, there was barely a trace of movement.

Out on the hill, the sheep was still walking. Sometimes fleeing from wolves, sometimes wounded. Still, with each step, the map grows.

The sheep that stayed with the flock felt safe for a long time. The sheep that ventured out lived in anxiety for a long time.

The outcome was simple: the former ended up in the same scenery, the latter survived in a landscape they had never seen before.

No one can say which was right. However, when the pastures became green again, there was no one in the flock who knew the next path.

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