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They told me in time there would be no more pain, no more yearning for a back flip of the switch to reverse the flow of time to a better place, a special moment, an instant in which I made the decision that left me here hurting so bad.
I floated through the days with my eyes seeking that torch, that symbol of the goal.
I drifted through the nights dreaming of eagles soaring overhead. I believed–in my dreams–that I too could fly above the clouds that hung so low above the earth.
It was true enough, I suppose. In time I did forget the man, the home, the laughter that could sound like a symphony to the open ear. There was a grocery store here, not the one I always went to, but a new one where I learned the layout of the aisles that at first threatened like a perfectly designed maze of barberry bushes. I found the drycleaners and the bakery. I learned the shortcut of side roads that kept me off the highway on the drive to work.
There is a system to living. It is comprised of paths that lead to one place or another and we each make our own choices as we come to trails that separate without clear signs to guide us. The thing I’ve found though, is that they all run parallel and end up where we’re supposed to be.
