I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.
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The car was on the FDR drive now and, turning her head, she glanced out at the bleak brown buildings of the projects that stretched for blocks along the drive. Something inside her sank at the sight of all that sameness, and she suddenly felt defeated. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. In the past year, she'd started experiencing these moments of desperate emptiness, as if nothing really mattered, nothing was ever going to change, there was nothing new; and she could see her life stretching before her--one endless long day after the next, in which every day was essentially the same. Meanwhile, time was marching on, and all that was happening to her was that she was getting older and smaller, and one day she would be no bigger than a dot, and then she would simply disappear. Poof! Like a small leaf burned up under a magnifying glass in the sun. These feelings were shocking to her, because she'd never experienced world-weariness before. She'd never had time. All her life, she'd been striving and striving to become this thing that was herself--the entity that was Nico O'Neilly. And then, one morning, time had caught up with her and she had woken up and realized that she was there. She had arrived at her destination, and she had everything she'd worked so hard for: a stunning career, a loving (well, sort of) husband, whom she respected, and a beautiful eleven-year-old daughter whom she adored. She should have been thrilled. But instead, she felt tired. Like all those things belonged to someone else.
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It's nice to think that picking uncertain paths may not necessarily alter their destination too drastically, simply the journey undertaken to reach it.
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That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations
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Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.
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What could be a destination for a lost, when there is no will to move on anymore?
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When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.
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There are those laughing their way to hell; and those, crying themselves to heaven.
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Our stories may be singular, but our destination is shared.
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You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.
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