THE WALKER

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He walked across the river, into the wild.
He didn’t know what was right and what was left.

He didn’t know and he didn’t WANT to know either. He could have stopped at a wise man to see the exact picture of his destination. But somehow, he didn’t want to see it. He was scared that it might be different from his imagination. And if it was better than his imagination, he didn’t want to be over-confident with the sight of those visuals.

It was amazing. For a long time, it was the destination which he looked forward to. But that day, out of nowhere, he realized that it was the WAY, which he was enjoying more.

So, he kept walking - learning things,smiling at the trees on the way, absorbing the vibes, hugging the needy, admiring the patterns of the sun rays, drinking the sweet water at the river… he kept walking.
As time passed, he got so engrossed in enjoying the way, that he thought less and less about the destination and learnt more and more from the journey.

One day, he reached the destination. He was very happy. With tears in his eyes, he thanked the ‘power’ which blessed him always. He hugged his destination, sat down, spoke to it and spent some quality time there.

But what now? Was that it?

It was a proud moment that he had reached the destination. Now people would talk about him, praise him and respect him.
But what now?
He sat there pondering over this question. He got the answer from within. Though he wanted to reach the destination, but it was the journey which he enjoyed more. It was the ‘walking’ which brought him to the destination, and made him learned. So he realized that he loved more that he loved the destination.

He got up, bid goodbye to his destination and moved ahead. The process of learning, enjoying, observing and absorbing continued. He thought of new destinations and kept reaching them. He realized the truth that if he would continue to enjoy the process of walking, he would definitely reach new destinations now and then.

From that day, he has conquered many destinations which mankind could not even think of covering.
He’s still doing doing what he enjoyed the most. He’s walking…

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