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The Drifter
And her story
Jagged movement was how she preferred to proceed. Going in a straight line never seemed to provide the excitement she craved despite the efficiency of reaching goals more quickly. Everyone had always told her that reaching goals was what life is all about. Her vehement disagreement with this left her constantly meandering and often not ever reaching goals.
She finally decided to dispense with goals altogether. It was the erratic wandering that brought her joy and meaning. She became a vagabond; a happy drifter. She was never around long enough for anyone to understand her.
With no husband, no children, no career, and no life-long friends she was like a lone bird flying to an ever-spinning compass, drawn to frequency alignments that emanated opportunities for learning, joy, mystery, enlightenment, and communion with life at its most intense levels. She dared life to constantly show her something new and mind-blowing. It became impossible for her to move in a straight line.
Many men, and a few women, fell in love with her but none of them could keep up with her constant movement. She was always gone before they could hold on to her. She left many broken hearts in her wake.
Many writers wanted to tell her story but none of them could find an ending to her story. She was gone after only a few chapters.
The goal of every story is the ending. But hers was a life without goals; a story without an ending. No one knew her name and no one knew whatever happened to her.
Some called her, The Drifter.
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