Something essential
has taken place over the past one month. I sensed it. Something tells me of its
becoming.
I sensed that I'm far off from the track
that I had trodden by. Something suggests that I'm lost. Will there be someone
to fetch me then? I have waited for quite a time. Waiting. They say, all things
come to those who wait. To wait for how long? I am restless while waiting. My
back aches and my head gets dizzy. Waiting is one activity that calls out the
nausea to manifest itself. But before I engage myself into some existential
quavering, let me ask you again, "Where is my shepherd? Shall I wait for
one? Or shall I try finding my way back to my chosen path? Can it be possible
that I am my shepherd?"
