She used to know where she was going.
She used to know who she was.
She used to know what she was going to do with her life.
Now she sat in a coffee shop, a fragmentary, fragile girl. So many paths lay before her, each taking her to a totally different place, a new adventure she'd never expected. So many paths lay behind her, some simply ended, some blocked for one reason or another. She felt at once both unnecessary and as if too much was demanded of her. At any moment, she felt, she might burst into a million different colored pieces that would shoot across the globe and she would finally feel satisfied. But instead she sat, her body in one piece, her mind in a million.
Catharsis has a funny way of coming right at the exact moment we need it most. She took a sip of her coffee, looked out the window at the busy street wet with the recent rain, and knew.
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