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Thrown into life by circumstance and a series of choices, I share some of the responsibility for where I am, the rest is as they say kismet. I didn't feel it when I drove around Philadelphia; down Kelley Drive where I used to run every morning, or on the Schuylkill Expressway that carried me to places I now try to forget, Philly held only old memories that reminded me of yesterday. But when I emerged onto the busy streets of NYC after a reluctant train ride that reminded me of Tokyo but not quite, and made it up the dirty escalator in Penn Station, peppered with rude men looking at me as if they had "known" me just last night, I felt it. A knowing that I was headed in the right direction, if not a landing place- for a while at least. I felt something stir inside that pushed aside the worry and sadness. Something exciting, joy bustled through the darkness and the light came on. I'M BAAAACK. I could feel myself coming alive and I could hear the whisper in the waft of many days that the homeless man asking for change - I gave him a dollar; that everything is gonna be alright that I am taken care of always and that if I but surrender-I will flow into my hearts desires with ease, grace and pure delight. This is my prediction for New York.
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