Thoughts are relentless. The struggle between good and evil never-ending. Every situation is assaulted by a barrage of possibilities, a myriad of solutions. But which are right...which are wrong? What are the consequences and potential benefits of each? It amazes me each time I wake up and find that my mind continues the endless crusade to offer up any and all possible answers to the incalculable quandaries laid before me every day. I grow tired of this war; I yearn for a refuge where, uninterrupted, I can retreat from my thoughts and remain unburdened for a spell. But there is a place, I’ve been there before; it seems like forever ago, but I’ve stood in that room…I’ve felt the fabric of the furniture with my fingertips. Dormant from my life for so long, a familiar voice calls to me and it calls me by name. It’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time, it’s a name that only the disembodied voice and I would know. I’m closer now, closer than I ever was before, but it’s still out of reach. My outstretched arm can’t quite get me within range of this haven…my destination. It’s close, very close and I get closer to seizing it with every new day. I will attain it, I won’t stop until I do…I’ve come too far. I will walk into the room, I will feel the fabric on my fingertips, I will close my eyes and there will be peace…serenity. I will have arrived at my objective and there waiting for me, untold treasures that I have denied myself for so long…so very long.
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