Gilded Bay gurur brahma, gurur vishnu

i did, govinda responded, his voice suddenly cold. he heard her out, though his mind was elsewhere, many miles away. when she had finished, he turned his gilded gaze upon her once more, watching her for a long moment before responding again. it's a good life. there are perks to wandering; there are perks to settling. a wolf probably needs a healthy mixture of both.

one would always envy the other. the committed man yearned for freedom; the free man hoped that someone would tie him down. the grass was always greener on the other side of the mountains. even if one devoted their time to both, could there ever be a truly even split?

was there ever true satisfaction in life?

sounds like you've got your life figured out, govinda added, a corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. now he really did envy her. once upon a time, he had been this carefree. several seasons of hardship and loss had stamped it out of him. maybe for good.