After I saw, then had dreams about him, I had to take a closer look at what he had grown from and now appeared to be.
I had avoided following him when I was married – had ignored my instinct’s jangling – but he kept showing up in different forms in front of me.
I would be pulled in to fall, realize who it was – then run away again, wondering why he so affected me.
Now, my nose was being forcefully pushed toward him, no matter old inhibitions resisting.
It wasn’t his fame or fortune, nor acclaim, nor societal approval. Any and all of this could change in an instant.
It was the integrity of his spirit – and that, like me, he never gave in to disillusion.
He just kept coming back, Striving.
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