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  Friday, Sep 26, 2008 4:37PM / Standard Entry / Members only
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  A lovely memory crept up upon my mind's eye, as I was driving past the peaceful nothingness of the Lone Star State's highway hills.  Last I saw these rolling fields of green, she and I cuddled in my blanket, on a greyhound bus towards who knows where.  Gatorade and chicken wings were saving us from a night of excessive laughter and singing.
  
  As she happily hogged the blanket, I remember gazing out into the landscape of a world quickly passing by.  Though our true destinations unknown, I knew at that moment in my life, I was doing everything that I could do to work hard and love harder.  Anything that I desired, I could strive for.  Yet, as with many things in life, it was relinquishing control over things uncontrollable that brought calm revelations.
  
  
  

  "Baby... I think this is what it feels like to be happy."
  

  
  
  
  Much has changed since that warm memory tucked itself into the fabric of my heart.  But the philosophy, like my heart, remains stronger than ever.  I'm quite far from being perfect.  But I'm becoming more perfectly aware of it.  And it's becoming easier to work hard when you know why you've been working so hard in the first place.
  
  Somewhere, among these hillsides, we can walk this road of joy.  Elusive, if only because it lies beneath our each and every step.