Siddhartha

I felt sick to my stomach. I was disgusted with myself. Might as well die right now! I've amounted to nothing with the time I've wasted. I eventually reached the river where I encountered the ferryman many years ago. I sat down and stared into the water. I felt like I reached a dead end. Oh how I just wanted to drown myself. I almost threw myself in the river until I heard it. Suddenly in that moment, something in me heard a sound. A perfect sound that seemed to radiate from the river. "Om". Such a perfect sound, it rang through me. I repeated it inwardly, and fell into a deep sleep.
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I woke up from my slumber feeling refreshed. I put my past behind me, it wasn't important anymore. I slept for what felt like years, who knows? But however long it was, it did me well. I felt beyond rejuvenated. When I got up, I noticed a monk sitting across from me... Govinda! Oh my it has been the longest time since I've seen him. He has clearly aged of course but he still has the same features as the boy I separated from many years ago. Not surprisingly, he doesn't recognize me at first until I call him by his name. We catch up on each others' lives from when we last saw each other. He told me that he was still a follower of the Buddha and I observe that he still hasn't reached the enlightenment that he seeks. Unfortunately, he hasn't yet realized that the path he is on is not doing him any good yet he continues to travel on it. We chat a bit more and bid farewell. Oh Govinda, I will always love him. I hope he will find what he's looking for.