You take the clothes, feeling a momentary sense of relief at ridding yourself of the heaviness of the uniform. Walking becomes easier for a while. The path grows longer, you know you wanted something? What was that again? Was it the easy bread and water? Or the simple clothes? A pang of yearning echoes in your heart. You missed your uniform, you missed the ease you once felt in walking? The bread and water have sat so heavy in your stomach, heavier than the uniform used to sit on your shoulders.
You missed who you were, your past, your identity. Now you were merely a person on the path of living, you have gotten lost. You lost yourself trying to survive. Was this truly easier? You find yourself filled with regret, laying down in the hot sand. It's time for you to take a nap. This is your end.