not all who wander are lost

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Not all those who wander are lost, but more importantly most who are lost don’t wander. This is a frightening thought but it’s true when one thinks of it. I suspect that life has come to be, through its various manipulations, more like gilded cage than a well worn path. More like a cozy trap than an adventure. Far from the cry that nature is raw in tooth and claw, it seems that human nature is soft in stomach and bum. Sadly most people don’t die by seeking meaning, they die by comfort.

Ok, but some who wander are indeed lost (speaking of bums) and lost wanders are, to many, the scariest kinds of people. These are the utterly unpredictable people who wander across our paths occasionally. Now if we are not wanderers we only cross paths by their adventure, and if we both are lost at least these wanders have the courage to admit it, if not the strength to change it!

In fact they are not quite as unpredictable as we think at first. Certainly from the point of view it’s us, ‘settled’ people, who are unpredictable. We are set in our strange individual ways and we don’t just criticize these wanders but reject them.