From 0 to 60. Or was it 22 to 60?

Let me tell you a story about a fool:

He had been a well behaved student for his entire life.  He studied and goofed off as many kids do, all in moderation.  He grew up with his faith in the education he was receiving, that it would better him and enlighten him to the world surrounding.  The studious, intelligent, perhaps a bit introverted child grew into a young man as quickly as spring descends upon the dying winter.  He attended more classes and learned more than he thought.  He developed and changed as we are expected to do as children.  While he sat in his classes day in and day out, he found himself wanting something he couldn't say, draw or write.  He had lived a mostly happy life, so he wouldn't have known what it was he could ever want.  He looked everywhere to find that what he was looking for; professors, friends, family, even lovers couldn't point him in the direction of his desires.  It depressed him, but only when he thought about it.  There was plenty to do to distract him from his question.  He had work to do, and work made him happy because it distracted him from this nagging feeling.  Every now and then, this looming presence would take form before his eyes.

It enraged the fool.  No matter what he did, whenever this feeling was over him, he could not find what he was looking for.  How could he not have learned this by now, why is there something he had been missing?  Had all his knowledge to survive in this world forgotten to preserve him?  What good is knowing the bones of the human foot if he couldn't do something that made this damned feeling leave him.

Finally, it became clear to him. It was an uncomfortable truth:  What you really need in life cannot be taught by any being, living or dead.

So, the Fool left his pressures behind him.  Though he continued his studies, he let a new goal take priority.  He desired to find that which was missing from inside of him.  That which unites him with the world, and not just the material earth, but all things included therein.  He left with only that which he could carry, and happily walked towards a fate no one could assure him would end well.