Digressed I was. Carrying on with the life. Had lost my aim long before. It was just an aimless ride, similar to the test drive of new cars. You keep driving on and on, riding the car onto whichever road that comes your way. Driven not by desire, not even by will.
I am still unaware of the force that kept driving me.
Anyways, then, I did not even think of pondering over the cause that led me astray, or shall i say, steered me to some latent goal that laid beyond the visible horizon, sheathed beneath the veneers of physical appearance. It was just that I kept moving wherever my legs thought of / led to. Footloose. Unabrest of the path, unaware of the reason, I kept lurching on.
People say, digressed are those who leave the path leading to their goal. And here I was, unconcerned of the goal. Did not know the goal itself; leave aside the path that would lead me there. That way, it would be wrong to say that I was digressed. I had no idea which way I was treading. I could have found my goal moving that way too. And then, people would have talked of my perseverance. Hah, isn’t it all a rubbish humbug. That, is realization. IT’S ALL HUMBUG.
