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Years from now, when I plan on returning, will it have been worth it? When I look back on memories of today, will I laugh? Will I cry? Both perhaps? Better yet: will I want to remember.
Will the memories be vivid, yet worn from daily use, or will they be untouched and foggy, like a dream…or a nightmare. Will my life be all I planned on it being? Or will I look back and wish I had done things differently?
Will I still be able to see that everything happens for a reason, or will I be so busy with the hectic lifestyles that seem to be emerging to notice the little things?
Years from now, when I plan on returning, will I still notice the way the sun comes through my window. Will I still hear the crickets at night, or will I hear nothing but my own thoughts and the city traffic humming me to sleep? Will I still be able to listen to a song and know its meaning, or will songs simply become back round music while I sit in traffic thinking of excuses for tardiness.
Years from now, when I plan on returning, will I still come to home to a family, then being my own, or will I come home to an empty apartment and a stack of papers. Will I still consider a phone call a friendly gesture, or strictly a business requirement? Will I have friends, or will I have associates? Will the people I see everyday of my young life one day just be pictures in my closet and boxed away memories, or will they still be in my life?
I’d settle for trading Christmas cards if it means we’ll never forget each other.
Years from now, when I plan on returning, will I jump in a car or on a plane, or will I keep crossing the same sentence out in my date book and moving it back a week until I get sick of seeing the same line on the page week after week and just forget it all together; tell myself it was a stupid idea I had years ago. Years from now, when I plan on returning, will I even bother to return?" | 
