Life is a mystery. A dash to a finish line that keeps moving and morphing and a path that changes from sand to gravel to treacherous rock. What are we to make of this crazy journey on planet earth, now that our days are fewer and we can no longer ignore the ending?
I’ve always had an uncanny ability to see too far into the future, both the good and the bad; the result of a hyper-tuned intuitive sense developed from a childhood of silence, I suppose. Sensing the possibilities in any given situation has been the magnet that has drawn me through life. It served me well when I listened to it. Not so much, when I didn’t.
Now, however, when the mystery of life beyond is the next great frontier, I find it more difficult to know what to do with this ability. I want to leap over…
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