On the bus ride back to the real world, I was scared but hopeful as I envisioned new possibilities.
Returning to reality and traveling on the bus from the incarcerated world I’d known felt completely surreal. Crazily enough, I was optimistic, but from the outside looking in, things were far from upbeat. Finally replacing the County blaze orange jumpsuit for the civilian clothes I’d walked into jail with, brought back a sense of liberation.
“Imagine a car driving through the night, the headlights only see two hundred feet forward. We can make it all the way from California to New York driving, even through the dark, because all you have to see is the next two hundred feet. And that’s how life tends to unfold before us. And if we focus on the next two hundred feet, the next two hundred feet will unfold, and so on and so forth and our life will keep unfolding. Eventually, we arrive at our destination of whatever it is we truly want, because we want it.”
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