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Happy New Year, friends!
I want to tell you a tale. It's a tale as old as time, true as it can be...
No, wait. That's a Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson song. No matter. The essence is what we're going for here, no a Disney musical number. I really can't sing that well, after all.
Anyway, the tale. I write it in the eve of the new year, a dawning of a new age, yet a continuation of the old. A time for reflection, and a time for new journeys.
This is my journey.
We travel many roads in life, we search far and near, but in the end... in the end, it all leads back to where we began. The answer we have searched the world over to find was with us all along.
I had been searching for that which was lost. I had once held it within my grasp, felt its very weight within my hands. It was as real as you or me. No, just you. I'm not sure I'm real, but that's a tale best left for another day.
It was a thing of beauty. A marvel to behold. And it was mine. But, alas, such things come and go, as such things are wont to do, and mine had gone. Like the fool that I was, I had let it go, not realizing until it had gone how much it really meant to me.
But I knew of its existence, of that I was sure. And I wasn't ready to let it leave my life forever. I was driven, nay, I was determined with an energy I hadn't before known I possessed, to return my beloved to me. I was sure if I only looked in the right place, I would find it. But where to look? Where could I find such a thing of beauty, after it had already fallen through my clumsy fingers once before? And was I truly worthy of having it within my grasp once again?
Despite my doubts, I had to press on. It was no longer a matter of choice, but one of need. So on I searched, pausing only to eat, sleep, and watch the occasional news footage of some people in odd but festive hats blowing into cardboard noisemakers on TV. But other than that, I was not to be deterred, for I had a goal, and though I knew not where my journey would taken me, I knew I would see it through, come what may. Fear would not be thine enemy. Nor would the potentially poor usage of the word "thine." I was a woman obsessed.
But, as with most things, my journey was to come full circle. Though I had searched all territory known to me, in the end, it all came down to where I began. My journey had taught me much, but I needed to look inside myself to find the real answer.
Once I had that realization, the answer became clear. Yes, it was only a matter of time before I found that which I was seeking... my holy grail, if you will... the key to my sanity in this tumultuous world. My glorious Palm handheld, which houses a glorious world of fan fiction within its plastic walls, was again within my grasp! Behold, ye dear reader, for my goal had been realized! It was on the floor, next to a shoe.
I looked all over the house for it before remembering I'd knocked it off my desk in an effort to go fix the clock on my mother's VCR so she could tape something or other. We had a power outage the other night. It screwed up the clocks.
So, as you, dear reader, can tell by my tale, it's not really about the goal, it's about the journey.
No. No, that's not right. Screw the journey... it really was about the goal. Now I can read fanfic again while I'm in the bathtub.
Thus concludes my tale. It is my hope you have gleaned a little something from my experience. A kernel of wisdom, perhaps, or maybe just a way to pass the time. It matters not to me, for I have my Palm and I am going to go read.