The treasures we seek usually lies under our feet...

We make the Golden Goose scram to get off the farm. We ask our best pal next door to help us woooo the hot chick. We trek through Costa Rica looking to find the self that belongs in Santa Cruz.
Why do we think life is a line ,drawing us to some far off horizon, but it usually isn't.I'd say it is a big circle and if I'm lucky,I'll find myself back where I started. Home again smarter than before.