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There and back again....and what happened after.....

Funny how life throws you for a loop sometimes. You think you have everything under control, you have the last detail planned, and then suddenly you're off doing something else and you can't figure out why. You can't even figure out when you changed directions.

You're certain, positive, without a doubt, for sure, that you want to do one thing with your life, but then, some morning you wake up with a completely different vocation in mind---- a vocation that you've done no working toward, but one that feels like your whole life has been working with only that goal in mind.

I guess, though, life really is just one big circuitous plane of existence--- one obstacle leading to another goal leading to another obstacle. Seems that life isn't so much a straight path of survival so much as it is a spiral path always leading you back to your original self.

It's a pretty lofty thought that everything we do in life, though it seems to be leading us farther from what we are supposed to have, is merely propelling us ever onward toward that exact place--- in the most scenic route possible. 

We can not help but come full-circle. A coming back to right where we started leads us to find, that right where we started is exactly where we should be.

Prodigal or no, we come home again---- even if we can never come home again. And, home is the better for it, and we are the better for it.

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