I have forgotten the way. It once was so clear and easy to find in my mind’s eye. Now I wander. I move forward, but without direction the destination seems to be getting further and further away.
Once, along the way, I met a young boy sitting by the path. He was dirty and unkempt, however, he smiled and it was a brilliant smile. It was such a smile that to gaze upon it for anytime would in turn cause a smile to form on your own face, or at least that is what it did to me.
I stopped and sat across from him and we smiled at each other. I asked him why he smiled.
“I have nothing but my happiness. If I stopped smiling then I would be truly poor.”
I stopped smiling and moved away from the boy then because I knew he was delusional and sick. He had also become lost along the way, but his journey had made him insane. I, on the other hand, would continue to wander, though I do not know the way. My option is far more sane. I am not a child and childish parables will not suffice to make me stop my wandering. It is no simple matter of finding a tree and hugging it to find my way.
That being said, I haven’t seen a tree in a while and when I did see them I did not stop to hug them. But, I am a wanderer with conviction. Not some sick and smiling boy.
The Lunar Speakeasy 