And took another road...

When two people are able to weave that kind of invisible thread of understanding and sympathy between each other, that delicate web, they should not risk tearing it. It is too rare, and it lasts too short a time at best.

The world is full of travelers, literal and metaphorical ones. So at least once a year, I like to go somewhere I've never been before. Just so I can spot some of those seekers. The hopeful wanderers, enthusiastic story-tellers like me, happy families, like the one I used to have. I look into their eyes and I am immediately stuffed with wonder and the realization, that in fact, I might drop dead at any moment. As I look at the world, I find that it's more beautiful than any dream I've have ever seen. I hope one day I might be able to share this with my kids. Or grandkids even. Maybe they would understand better.