Dream of walking

I awoke with a start. Just last night I went to sleep assured that I'm taking the right path, that I'm moving in the right direction. This morning it seemed that reality came crushing down on me. I can forgive myself, of course, for believing that I'm moving the right way. But up to how long, I'm no longer sure. Perhaps I loved this forest so much that I didn't care that I was moving around in circles. I see a familiar tree and I say to myself, "I've seen this tree before." But instead of taking a different path, I find myself moving in exactly the same direction. I know I'm moving around in circles, but maybe I want to move around in circles.

But something changed.

Today, I woke up under a tree, a tree that gave me shelter many times before, and the question just came to me. What am I doing? It's as if the tree asked me, "aren't you getting tired of the forest? Aren't you tired of walking the same path? Of admiring the same trees? You can't stay here forever."

Then the alarm went off. I must get up, prepare, and go to work.