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A quote: “A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.” ~~ John Steinbeck
I’ll start with a story …
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He traveled until the cash gave out and ended up where the landscaped matched his life – spare, baked, details harshly etched. “Yes. Here,” he thought.
Life became routine but he did his job well. He allowed himself a quiet pride in the praise he received. Days into weeks into months. The faces of passing strangers among the regulars at the café where he worked the grill, with economy of movement, precision in his product.
The shut door in his mind, behind which dwellt words that led here. His work allowed him the peace to keep it locked.
Until the call.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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. featured image, cropped, by Djordje Petrovic, Pexels license.
“What was the worst experience of your life?”
“It was those four years. The stress was constant, no break. We were always exhausted but could never let up. And they kept telling us we were no good, we’d never get there, we’d fail. Many of my friends, they were good, but they did fail. They were beaten down and just gave up. Those of us who got through, we simply plodded ahead dumbly, not thinking of anything but the next step. Until the end, when we realized we were done.”
“Uh-huh. Then what was your best experience?”
“That.”
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