19. A game of chase

My friend’s dog once caught a squirrel, after years of chasing them. The basset hound, Millie, with the squirrel under her paw…suddenly didn’t know what to do. She looked up, droopy-eyed, to her owner.

“Let it go, Millie,” he instructed.

She obediently lifted her paw, and the critter frantically scampered to tree-high safety.

The hound, in a sense, is the me who runs after excitement and new possibilities.

I want it, the chase is fun, the work a thrill!

But…once caught…the game is over.

And so am I.


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