No, this is not another mindless ranting about too much work - that's a fact of life, for me, for now, anyway.
Was talking to a friend earlier on what happens to us once we move on from this world - what waits for us over the other side? Is it determined by what we do on this side, here and now? I would like to think that but then there's just no guarantee, is there?
They say there's a place where dreams have all gone
They never said where but I think I know
It's miles through the night just over the dawn
on the road that will take me home
Love waits for me 'round the bend
Leads me endlessly on
Surely sorrows shall find their end
and all our troubles will be gone
And I'll know what I've lost
and all that I've won
when the road finally takes me home
...Going Home, Mary Fahl
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