I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world,...

I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored.
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The wind of my life was blowing me away.
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I take the blue envelope...and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watching the wind carry them away. Yet as I turn and begin walking toward the waiting people, the wind blows some of them back on me.