Eden Lake, located in the suburb of North Lakes, is a place my family often visits. It is a beautiful lake in a quiet area.
We are used to leaning on the fence in front of a cafĂ© and admiring the view that stretches to the distant mountains and forests. There is a lot of water-based wildlife, including ducks, tortoises, fish, and the most outstanding ones — swans.
"Look! Swans! See the beautiful black swans!" Many children were cheering and bouncing on the lookout platform when they saw the swans.
Suddenly I saw a few lonely, grey, duck-like animals following a big black swan in the water.
"Ah, I see! They're baby swans!" I pointed to them and waved to my sons. "Look! We can see baby swans!"
Then I expanded on the topic and said, "Do you know that once upon a time there was a baby swan hatched by a mother duck?"
"Yes. That's the story of The Ugly Duckling," my son said.
"But I think they're nice," I said.
"Yes, they're cute," my elder son said.
"So cute!" my younger son said.
I suddenly fell into contemplation. Why, in the story of The Ugly Duckling, did everyone say the little swan was ugly? Was he really ugly? Did they really believe he was ugly?
The other little ducklings didn't know him to be a swan, which is quite understandable. However, hadn't the mother and the other grown-ups known he was a swan?
What is the definition of "ugly"? What is "beautiful"?
These are the two most subjective terms. We only know what we think, but we can't really know what others think. We know what others say, but we can't know if they're telling the truth.
I think what happened on the farm was a bullying event. The Mother Duck should have already known the ugly duckling was not her child, and that was probably why she couldn't protect him. Or maybe she was unwilling to do so. She wanted to get rid of him but pretended to be nice.
In that story, those animals who called the little swan ugly might not have really thought he was ugly. Some might have just followed others to bully him. Some might have thought he didn't belong to their group. Some thought he threatened their interests. What's more, some may have even envied him for being a swan.
I raised my head to look into the distance. A gleam of sunshine was reflecting on the lake. The group of swans had swum away, leaving the ducks playing near the edge.
A black swan suddenly flew to the bank and stood near me, as if he was greeting me.
"Thank you!" I said to him.
People might be astonished if they heard what I said. But no one knows that I understood a lot through the swans — about the fairy tale, and about life!