Our passage through life
is like boarding an express bus
to a place we are expecting to arrive at,
accelerating slowly at first, then
careening towards a destination
we believe is where we want to go,
arriving much too soon and finding
we are approximately where our decisions led us,
though not exactly at the place we want to be.
~gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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