Not too long ago, a good friend and I had met up in the park. We were walking down the wet path, catching up on the old times. We stopped to eat lunch at a small returaunt near the park. After lunch, my friend asked me a question which seemed quite strange at first: "Majid, know where you are going?"
"Of course I do," I replied. "I mean, we're going home after lunch, aren't we?" My friend curled his lips to a twisted smile.
"What would you say to a man you found roaming down a street, and when you asked him 'where are you going' he said 'I don't know'" he asked me.
I looked at him for a minute and answered, "Well, I mean obviously there is something wrong with his sanity?"
"But, my friend, isn't it so; we are all walking on this path of life, and there are people who don't know where they are going. They just keep on walking..." My friend said, demonstrating this by letting his first and middle finger 'walk' on the table. "How's that for insanity?" I found myself scratching my chin.
My thoughts wandered on this subject as I got into the car to drive home.
True, we were all walking. True, I knew where I was going, rather, where I wanted to go anyway.
"Make sure you take the right path," my friend said as he got into the car beside me. I looked at him a moment. Was that a comment on my thoughts, or was he instructing me on how to get home?
What he had meant I never asked. But the memory lingers with me and at every corner I hear a voice: "Make sure you take the right path." |
Submission Name: Walking to Where?
