Later, exhausted, I found All my Worries had melted away. I got out, and RAN MY HEART OUT, driven frantic by all the looming deadlines and personal devils - like dark, grinning hobgoblins all around me. One day, I drove with my dad through nearby deserted country roads. It was an understanding: here’s your final mark, kid - now FINISH that essay! So my summer vacation that year was anything but - it was STRESS CITY. Now, anyone who embarks on such a journey is never really lost, for the Invisible Spirit is our constant guide - as an old man, it’s easy for me to see that, now.īut back then, it seemed anything BUT easy!īut, then - as if all that wasn’t enough - long after my university Sophomore Year ended, I was STILL writing essays. Obtuse and maladroit, I just didn’t fit in.įor when I was in my teens, I had followed Dante into a Dark Wood, in which the shadows of evil were impenetrable - save by the twin lights of ethics and faith. a book addict who was living in a mind-forest of personal and public devils, whose impact was inescapable. Back when I was young, I was NOT athletic.
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