These days words offer more comfort than people. I wonder if that always was the case. Unfortunately I can’t turn back time, as much as I’d like to. At an age of discovery, I was running, not contemplating or hesitating, just running head on towards what I thought would be my discovery journey. I think I’m still waiting to be discovered, everybody likes to limit discoveries with age limits. Me on the other hand, I’d like to think the discovery journey is limitless and timeless. And no, I still haven’t found what I’m looking for, I’m not sure I ever will. That’s what makes one a wild, wandering spirit.