Some call him a wanderer. Others, a soulless outcast.
In the desert, you can find him. At times, wandering aimlessly, as if in a stupor, and sometimes, pitching his tent for the night. Everyday as he roves around, he sets up camp at a different site than the day before, something alike a new discovery to him. O how the boy became so easily contented. Thinking that each new part of the desert brings a breath of fresh air, when in reality, he remains in the same dreary desert.
Parched. Arid. Barren. Dry.
His Father was the one who tasked him to journey through the desert. The point was to birth a new hunger. To instill a different perspective in His son. Because hey, maybe it's true, absence does make the heart grow fonder.
But His effort failed. The boy grew contented where he was supposed to grow hungry.
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