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I’ve been tr aveling this road out on my search, I was naïve and young and stupid, believing that there could be a cure for an standing at a for k in the road, all my exper iences and adventures behind me , I wonder if either will give me what I seek under stood why. “It will be a hard jour ney,” they would say. “Why

Happiness is of no use to me . I have found happiness along this road by connecting with the people of this wor ld: some like me , with r aging beasts inside of them, dr iving them, needing to be fed, whereas other s were stretch deep into the ground on which they have always stood. Happiness is something you can make , all on your own, but it is no cure

You see , what I seek is something to quench a great thir st of mine , a dr ive as basic as food or water or shelter What I seek is satisfaction, to feel comfor table enough with myself and the wor ld that I no longer have a desire for something more . bookstore I used to visit when I wanted—no, needed—to tr avel to another wor ld. Initially I came about once a week, just to pick up new books to take home; that tur ned into daily visits to read whole novels; then my hunger forer y waking minute , but that only whet the appetite of my star ving inner beast. spoke to, I always felt like there was something more I could have been doing. You know, I even tr ied settling down for a while , too; in a village so remote it wasn’t on any map you could come across I know I could’ve been happy there , but I because the people were simple or the town was ugly—in fact, they were the opposite . One day the great beast within me stir red, ur ging me onward, so I packed my meager belongings and set off on the road again, continuing as if I had never left.

When I thought I’d read near ly talked to the owner about ordering new books.

He smiled at me , kindly, as if he under stood. “You’ve got a bad got just the thing for you ” And he handed me a couple books on backpacking and sent me on my way.