Ghosts

And he told him, “I’m not like you.. I don’t take all the shortcuts in life.”

Perhaps that is what is wrong with him, all the shortcuts he thinks he’s taking.

Sometimes maybe there is no shortcut. One has to grind it through, work for it, and get it after much sweat and tears.

The shortcuts may not lead to the destinations he’s looking for, they may lead him off course, to a totally different place that he may not want to be. Maybe these shortcuts are killing him unknowingly, such that when he looks behind him there is no one there and no place to be anymore.

Probably the only things left are the ghosts of a past time, of a past place, and of a past him.

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