Threshold diary: Not moving

The smell of warm bark greeted me as I entered the forest. I followed the path to a crossroads. While the main street turned left, a less beaten track went straight ahead. As I arrived at the corner of the street, I noticed a young man, relaxing in a hammock between two nearby trees.
When he saw me approach, he invited me with a gesture of his hand to sit on a tree trunk next to him. Once I had taken a seat, he asked, “Have you discovered any persuasive truths yet?”
“Maybe,” I replied, “But whether I can persuade anyone else is not up to me.”
“How so?” the young man asked.
I answered, “I can only invite you to shift your perspective. If you decide that you can not be moved, nothing I say will sway you.”
“That does sound quite persuasive,” he said with a grin.