Sunday night, in a fit of misguided nostalgia, I got to thinking about a couple of boys I used to know. The last I heard of one, he may or may not have graduated from university and had run off to the Midwest to run a bathhouse or maybe just go to a bathhouse. The other one was busy pretending he wasn't related to Somebody Famous. After just a little tooling around on Google, I found them both. The first one landed in San Francisco, where the grad schools and bathhouses are better. The second one heads a neoreligious dynasty. Which just goes to show that No Matter Where You Go, There You Are.
I don't think life is predestined. I just think you end up exactly where you're supposed to be. What you do with your life once you get there, however, is entirely up to you. I ended up disabled in constant chronic pain. Today, I'm doing laundry.
My life is small. I like it that way. It gives me time to think.
And it's comforting to know that I'm where I'm supposed to be; and so are you.
©2007 SilenZ
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