what are you getting at ?
aim and ambition just so you belong in a group
not knowing love…
there lived a man once who only wanted one wish fulfilled.
he thought if he followed his shadow all the way,
to the end of the earth, he would finally catch up
with the mystery behind this optical wonder…
so he set out of his comfort circle, he had drawn long ago around himself.
in all this while he had never crossed it.
now that he thought about it, he wondered why…
he had allowed a sediment of rustic cobwebs to cluster around him.
he feared it, he hated it.
it brought him discomfort,
what is beyond was unknown
he was simply afraid
he was the master of what he had in the circle of comfort.
he ruled it.
familiarity meant mastery.
over the years the curiosity dissolved, it drowned in the eternal sea of untruth
he was now very used to it…
he could not bear the thought of letting go…
again the fear of the unknown,
he found it intriguing and incomprehendable
so those thoughts were unwelcome.
day after day he lingered on,
tired of being tired
chasing the trivial goal
speaking the familiar tongue.
afraid of the unknown
ever unready for an adventure,
one day he woke up….
i mean he really woke up to the world
only to notice his long early morning shadow
he wondered why?
why he never noticed how long his shadow could get…
he never noticed it owing to his busy schedule…
probably because he never had time…
busy doing what?
what? when? why? how?
these thoughts were not frequent visitors in his dome of a mind
they were strangers
they were unwelcome
with pure spite he tried to disown those questions…
the harder he tried the harder it got to avoid them…
now after a brief struggle with his mind
he noticed his shadow again
it was well within the comfort circle now.
it was getting hot
thus one morning pythogoras theorem dawned upon him
it was already too late for upkeeping his daily routine
he took a day off.
he fueled the vehicle of his body with edible
and sat down to ponder more on the unknown
while getting cozy in the comfort circle,
over these many years he had mastered much
or so he liked to believe
naive as a peasant
this collared man reigned his little world
a frog in the well.
it was now evening he sat there gazing at the stars
where his feet would lead him if he followed it.
the next morning he woke early and set afoot.
there was a wise owl who lived in the corner of his webbed cave of life
the bird was retiring from a hard nights labour,
it had a simple job profile,
wake fly snoop swoop grab kill eat hoot. etc.
over the years the old owl had become an executive by rank
very skilled and was leading a contented life.
when he narrated the curious events of yesterday
the owl warned him of the dangers outside the web of safety
he would have considered what the owl had to say…
but this was not another regular day,
he was determined to go out there and find out what lurked beyond.
only time could tell what awaited…
the owl felt insulted and so it tried to mock him.
but our friend was not about to be discouraged.
the owl said “In the End what are you getting at?”
and it hooted loudly in amusement.