A Wanderer's Odyssey of Self

Timothy My Dear Son, 

An ancient story is told of a young herd boy who got a portion of his father’s wealth to tend to but instead had other aspirations. The father wanted to build comfort for the son in the way he saw fit, but the young boy saw that comfort as limiting to his desires. In his endeavor, he decided to sell all the herd he had inherited to venture into his dream of being a traveler. Perhaps that’s where his peace would bloat out. The inspiration came from a dream he once had. On this day while tending the herd he decided to lay his head on a rock by the entrance of an old farmhouse.  In the dream, he was to find a treasure. So, the boy went through cities, towns, and villages. In his travel, he lost all he had to the endeavor. 

Years later while stranded at a faraway village market he met a strange man with no identification who blessed him with pearls of wisdom. On the same night, he had another dream resembling the dream that began all this journey. But in the current dream, the rock he was laying his head on when he got the initial dream had directions to the treasure he was searching for all along. So the young boy packed himself up with nothing else in his possession and journeyed back to the old farmhouse. Days passed and he arrived, looked under the rock, and saw the inscribed text which read, ‘the first peace to find is within’. That’s when the boy understood life! In his old age, he told a story to his grandchildren about how some journeys are important while they look pointless from the outside. He told stories about how sometimes seemingly pointless long journeys are important in discovering the self. The sun went out and day came, seasons passed and years passed but his story stood ages.

With Love,

Your Dear Guardian