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Carry On, My Wayward Son

Carry On, My Wayward Son

written by: RayFed



If we are always constantly growing and learning, I wonder what it is I am learning. What will I grow to be? Where are my experiences taking me?

I am afraid that there is nothing in this life that all this growing and learning is preparing me for. I believe in my heart of hearts that my mind prepares itself for the next big step I must take in my journey.

Those feelings I had as a teenager when I first left home come flooding through me and I shake and vibrate with all the emotions of that stupid child of yesterday.

But it is the tomorrow to come that I now shake and vibrate for.

The hopeful anticipation that I may not lose myself at the end of all things.

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