As days went by, his mind healed itself. He was calm now. Every now and again, he would still be scared of what lay ahead, but this fear did not last long. The path too seemed much easier, as if it were a reflection of his mind.
Everyday he awoke with new found enthusiasm. Before; he did not enjoy his new path but now things were different. He wasn't anxious to finish his journey. He realized it was as important to enjoy his journey as it was to get to its end. The path was the same, as always it kept going on. But the mind that tread it now was not grasping at thin air.
And so he enjoyed his path. He sat it the lovely shade of large trees. He ate sweet, delicious fruits. He listened to the beautiful songs from chirpy birds. He chatted with animals passing by. His mind was set free. He realized that there was much to be happy about. And he realized how much he was missing by dwelling on the past. He had never imagined he would enjoy the little things in life so much.
The stream was delighted. She knew he had done what was needed of him. He had laid to rest his demons to rest. He wasn't on the look out for any goals anymore. He was happy on his path.
She knew that it was time for the final act now. It rained that night. The air was filled with calming scent of soil. Her waters grew. She leaped out of her bounds with sheer joy. As she did so she cut the road and diverted his path to another way. She gave water to the trees and asked them to bear flowers. She asked the birds to sing song more beautiful than ever before. She had done her bit. Tomorrow he would rise and start on a new path. A path that would lead to another 'Beautiful Road.'
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