Life is an adventure, and if you don’t believe it, let me tell you, it is like walking several of the various wards at Creedmore, the mental asylumn (I haven’t done it). Yes, the real world, where most of those benighted people run wild, is where the steel hits the grindstone, you might say. I pray for them all, because although they make for a bumpy ride, there are parts of any adventure that have to be uncomfortable to say the least.
From my youth I remember Men of Iron, Captain Ahab, The Call of the Wild, Huckleberry Finn, Ivanhoe, Heidi’s Alm Uncle, Starbuck in Moby Dick, and many lesser characters. They have their counterparts in people I’ve met.
Sometimes I heard the voice that said, “It’s all right.” There must be an indwelling spirit that calms all human beings who seek it, and is the source of our peace in old age.