in the ancient town of. . . it was customary of travellers or inhabitants to present two spoons and two forks to either parties.
the one who initiates the rite either asks to help or for help.
with time the travellers had to leave or stay depending on several factors.
if they decide to stay they’re given a spoon. if they decide to leave they’re given a fork.
it’s been a while since anyone was given a fork. many were given a spoon because they found purpose there and stayed.
one day one traveller, they called him nomad, was given a fork. the whole town was sad. they wished they could’ve changed the customs to suit their not wanting to let nomad leave.
with time they got over the pain, the hurt. the sadness.
perhaps, nomad had to go find purpose elsewhere. . .
sometimes we find purpose in the strangest of places.
~A Fork In The Road~
[0935hrs; 15th November, 2014]