Between Love, Madness, and a Shepherd

Today was one of those days when life decided to surprise me. I walked into class with my usual energy and taught a poem to the first year students. The poem was about love and madness a subject that feels too big for someone like me. Honestly, I have no experience in love, yet I stood there explaining it with confidence, as though I had written the poem myself.

After class, my eyes wandered outside. Near our college, there is a small mountain. On top of it stood a shepherd with his sheep, right at the edge of the cliff. That simple picture shook me. He stood there so calmly, as if he owned the world, while his sheep grazed without worry.

I couldn’t help but compare our lives. We chase targets, face deadlines, juggle workload, and complain about pressure. But that shepherd? He looked like he had none of those things to bother him. Maybe he has his own problems, but from where I stood, he seemed freer than all of us.

It made me think we live in a world full of opinions about love, about success, about each other. We may see his life as “simple,” while he might see ours as unnecessarily complicated. The truth is, he doesn’t care what we think. He just lives his life, quietly and steadily, without chasing titles or achievements.

For a moment, I felt jealous of him. Not of his sheep or his mountain, but of his peace. Perhaps love and madness aren’t just in poems, they are also in how we choose to live. And maybe, in his silence, the shepherd already knows something we are still trying to learn.

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