All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you
But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.
Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.