This first post is not new.
It's a zen parable I like, in which two young apprentices from neighboring monasteries often meet on the way to do their morning errands. One morning when the first youth asks the second, "Where are you going," the second replies, "Wherever the wind blows."
This is a good sort of answer. Very zen, we might say. The first boy is troubled by his inability to respond with equal wit and insight. That night he relates the encounter to a senior monk and asks how he ought to have responded. The elder replies, "You should have asked him, "What if there is no wind?"
The following morning when they meet again the first boy quickly asks the second, "Where are you going?" But when the second glances at him, smiling, and says, "Wherever my feet carry me," he is puzzled and disappointed. He is uncertain what to say, and mulls it over most of the day. That night he asks the elder again how he ought to respond. "Tomorrow morning, when you meet him and he says that, ask, 'What if you have no feet?'"
The next morning he feels thoroughly ready to meet his companion, and in fact reaches the grove where they usually meet ten minutes earlier than the second boy, and waits. He is excited. Almost bursting, he asks, "Where are you going?"
"I am going to the market to buy vegetables."