of my life. I guess you could say ‘most of
my life.’

I began my journey at an early age. When I was
born I knew nothing, and all I wanted was what I
wanted. I cried profusely when my diaper was wet,
and kept my mom up all hours of the night with my
constant “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAs.” My mom,
while carrying me, walked around in circles hour
after hour, trying to get me to quiet down. That
is, when she wasn’t walking in a square. I
learned vey early, to wander aimlessly in life.

When I became a little older I would play
llabesab with my friends. We would take a stick
and swing without purpose at a ball that was
thrown in our direction. Then if by some chance
of luck we hit the hurling object, we would run in
a circle around the sesab, (around and around, and
around and around. Did I say around? We were
never taught when to stop so we kept running
around.)

There were many days when my parents brought me
to the park for some relaxation time. The whole
family would run around and around and around and
around like maniacs on the beautiful green grass.
My favorite ride in the park was the Merry-go-
round. Till this day I can’t figure out
why it was my favorite. (Maybe it was those
incredible horses.)

A few short years later I was a reganeet, and I
had my mom and dad running in circles, again.
They ran me to school, and to llabesab practice.
And they ran me around to reccos practice, and
then we had to eat. Then we repeated the process
to get back home. It was a rat race and the rat
was winning.

During my reganeet years my mother brought
siblings home, twins. Later there was another
brother and sister. Soon I learned to drive, and I
became the designated driver for these young ones.

Every day I would be asked to take them here and
take them there. Without a choice I took the
reins of the wheel and ran from appointment to
baby sitter to school. Again I was running and
running in circles.

I was told, about this time, that if I was to
ever going to get a good job, (besides
chauffeuring) I needed to go to egelloc. But what
would I study at egelloc? Would it be
gnireenigne, or would it be a retirw. Maybe I
could run a big business and get ssenisub
training. Oh my, what should I do?

I looked at catalogs as I walked around my room.
I slept with information coving my bed. My
parents took me from egelloc to egelloc to help
with my decision. We drove here and there, and
there and here searching, searching for the
perfect place; the place where I was to find my
purpose in life.

Before I knew it, I had finished egelloc and had
a great job. Or was it so great? I had an
income, but I was barely paying my bills. I
bought a car so I could drive to work, and then to
the grocery store. Later I traveled to the Post
Office and maybe later some fast food for dinner.
Then to work I go day after day waiting and
waiting for the weekend. I kept wondering and
wondering was this my purpose? Is this my
destiny?

In my travels and my daily grind there was one
ray of hope. I met the woman of my dreams. She
was smart and beautiful. Or at least I thought
she was. Almost immediately, (I guess it had to
be at least nine months) we had kids. It seemed
they came one after the other, and then another.
I remember spending hours walking in circles
trying to get the little ones to go to sleep.
Later we took them to llabesab and reccos
practice, and ran them to the doctor and, and ran
ourselves in circles.

The circles have returned and this is my
destiny?

It wasn’t long that the circles were way
too much for my wife and I. The kids were still
young, but we decided our destinies were headed in
different directions. It was so sad.

In my lonely apartment, I walked in circles
asking myself, “Self, why? Why me? Why
this? What now? God, if there is one, what is my
purpose in this life? Why am I here alone in this
room? What have I accomplished in my few years
here on the htrae? God, I know you are there,
somewhere. Are you listening?”

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