And finally he sits down to write out the last witty thing before saying goodnight. His head is swarming with useless thoughts of whether he forgot this or that. Ahead of him lays a journey far, and in a way he doesn’t feel the excitement as some might.

For him, going somewhere means leaving something behind. He pauses and smiles at all that he’s done, as well as all he is about to do.

As for me, I do sit and ponder the life of this 25 year old. There’s so much to say and little time to say it… but most of what should be said really doesn’t need to be said at all… As people, we feel it… live it… know through instinct what all needs to be said and done.

So think of it all as though he isn’t leaving leaving home, but that he’s arriving at home somewhere else…

somewhere exotic. ;P

~J out

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