When one wakes up
every morning he finds himself in a place where he would rather not be, along the day, situations he would rather not have seen or even comparisons which he would rather not have made. Every single day again he wakes up thinking the same. But
the same things come back in a quick reminding flash to engulf and enliven. In a hope to find what he now
declares as longing for a kind of calm from the confusion, he wanders into the forest. He finds a
blade of grass to tickle his tongue between his teeth. Further deep, he wanders
and wanders, he then fears this scares his thoughts to turn him back. Why
bother waste a life which has so much to give and so much to live for? For once
though, he decides not to do the usual, to not think rationally, to not use all
that he learned but to just follow curiously his child heart. He sees a high
top, and then heads towards the hill through what seemed earlier like a beautifully
aligned patch from a distance is now but full of thorns and prickles in close
contact through the way. At this point he wanders if he should just now be getting
back. But no he just decides to go ahead. At the top he reaches. Sigh! Relief! But
wait, where is everybody? Not one soul has reached here. He seems to be always
alone. He only wished someone was there to share the sight with him. He sees all-pervading
wonder, a chance to smell the wind above. The sky, rocketing even higher, but
only this time it’s bigger and clearer. Only then he realizes that the top is
always a lonely place.
