Does It Matter Where I Come From

What difference does it make where I come from because I am not an extraordinary but one who exists while putting his feet on the earth. And, since, I am an ordinary man, I must someday return to earth as dust. If, therefore, the place where I sojourned was spring, I should live and go as a flower blossom. If it was summer, as an unquenchable glaring sun. If it was autumn, carried by the wind as a fallen leaf. If it was winter, covered by a blanket of white snow. I don’t know, however, why I am walking up and down on this path until this very moment, though I should have gone long ago as a flower, sun, a leaf, or of a snowflake, for I have lived my life long enough on this earth as a lonely wandering soul.