Then he walked into the wilderness in pursuit of some meaning to his life.
Once on a bright sunny day, he came across a man looking up into the sky, his eyes drenched in tears.
‘What’s wrong? Why are you crying?’ he asked.
The man didn’t answer. Covering his face with his hands, the man continued sobbing.
Then, once on a gloomy evening, when the sky was overcast with darkness and the rain wet the earth, he came across an smiling old man. He knew at once the old man was different. The old man seemed happy and contended.
‘Why are you happy? What’s the secret?’ he asked the old man.
The old man was silent and continued basking in his self-realised contentment.
He was tired. He knew he was failing in his quest. Time passed and he found no meaning to this life, to his life…
Far across the foilage, he saw another old man in tattered clothes, bent like a bow, turning and tossing every leaf and stone on his way.
Curious, he asked him what he was looking for.
‘Memories and dreams,’ said the old man and disappeared into the woods.
At once he knew he had none of them.
He sighed and smiled as he walked into lush green open space.