Everything is as it should be. No matter how strange or bizarre, in the end, it’s right. It does not mean we are happy about the way our book of life is written. Where is my shelf of bestsellers? My big house on the cliff overlooking the ocean? The hot little sports car and my horses?
I want what I want. To be richer, healthier, younger. I want my brother, a final conversation with my mother. I want my old friends to not live so far away. To live, period.
I want those things I buy to last forever. How many times do I have to buy a new refrigerator? Didn’t I just buy this one? Really? That long ago?
Somehow, it works out. It balances. You wind up in a place you never imagined being, but after a while, you realize it suits you.
Good stuff can be subtle…
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