As a fanciful youth, I imagined my life following a number of remarkable paths. I pictured myself living on an island, composing beautiful music, and creating wonderful pictures. I dreamt of writing poetry and spinning exciting stories. I imagined myself riding trains every day, being married to a beautiful woman, and having the unusual ability to be able to run for hours on end.
It all seemed rather unlikely. How many people actually live on islands? How do they make their living? What sort of person rides trains every day unless they have a career with the railroad? And how might it be possible to run for hours when I would tire after barely a minute?
Life has a way of finding a path to where our deepest thoughts direct us.
Today, I do live on a magical island. I write my stories and my poetry, compose my music and take beautiful pictures, and I ride trains five days a week. I am blessed to be married to a beautiful woman, and while it has been some time since I have run for hours, I have done so many times in the past, and as long as my health does not fail me, I’m sure that I’ll do it again.
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