You followed the right path my friend. Never doubt that memories are worth more than "stuff".But there are glimpses of some sylvan landscapes, some starry sky above, that makes it all seem worthwhile. I'm pretty sure, had I followed the appointed path, I never would have found these things. But, how to live that out? What does it mean, in practical terms? — Wayfarer
The Wanderer
There was snow on the mountain
And fog in the valley
My stomach was empty
My feet getting numb
Darkness was coming, I wandered in circles
Looking for shelter to wait for the sun
Almost past caring, I came to a grotto,
Gathered some firewood, took it inside
Reached for my matches, jumped back in confusion
And old man was blinking his eyes to the light
Bore no family, knew no home
Wandered highways all alone
Asked him what he had to show
Where did all his wandering go?
He said 'life is the wind, and I am the water
my mind is the weather, my passions are waves
'Life is the forest and I am the soil
The trees are my music, my mind is the leaves'.
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