Aimless Wanderings

He once had goals--ambitions which gave meaning to his life. He had wanted to follow in the footsteps of his heros: the great thinkers of the world. He wanted to etch his name into the halls of history, to achieve immortality in the only manner he knew how. But all that had long ago slipped away from him. Every now and then he could still hear those dreams echoing back to him from the distant mountains, but that's all they were now--echos.

It's not as though he was sad or depressed. He had great friends whom he loved deeply and who he knew loved him in return. But for some reason he couldn't help but feel as though he had somehow lost his way. He no longer knew where he was going or why he was even heading in that direction. Lethargy was beginning to set in now, and he wanted so badly just to stop all his aimless wanderings. He didn't want to die, he just wanted life to stop for a bit to allow him the chance to catch his breath and regain his strength. But life stops for no one, and he was no exception. And so he just kept moving, stumbling along in the hope that he might eventually find something, whatever that something may be.