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Road to Gandolfo

Road to Gandolfo is a fictional book by one Robert Ludlum. One of those classic pieces my dad keeps telling me to read. I have never read it. And the bugger words are always stuck in my mind. I have never read it probably because its about a guy in the army. Well dont quote me wrong. But anything about the army and war stories, I sure do detest. Well, you see, I have lived half my life(I still got nine lives like that cat in my head)with army jargon.

Well, anyway, after crying half my tears out while watching "Pearl Harbor", I swore never to watch any army stuff again...thus the book! I always cry like a child. The ongoings in CAR(Central African Republic), Serbia, Somalia...eishhhh spare me the agony.

Thank you very much, am cool being a civilian.

So till now, I have no clue where the road to Gandolfo leads to. Well, I might as well google, but, naaa, I don't want to spoil my suspense. You see, I love my books. The smell of printed papers in a hard cover is one thing that has always remained priceless(well if you don't count the high heel boots in my head).

I tend to picture my "Gandolfo" as my endless journey to ageing. Well, am not that old, (I still think 30 is old). But am not there, yet. And the yet cannot be written in caps! ;)

As time goes by, as well as age, I learn new things, meet new people and do new things. Like at age 9, I discovered the love for poetry, 10 the love for short stories, 12 sweet valley high...and am unsure why this just is about books. At 19, I knew technology was my thing. Turn 20-something(yeah I know) and I discovered well, theres much more to marriage than I do, and being a mum was the most wonderful experience...and I kept learning and learning.

And on the road, we all collect pieces of weird friends and neighbors, we learn to co-exist with the most nagging colleagues, we smile and walk, we learn how not to befriend our bosses via facebook, learn that the best of friends are just your family,...we are shaped and moulded by both good and bad experiences. Gandolfo Journey? Not over.

We get lovers that we learn to love or hate, we are swept off the course by floods of loss, sadness,death yet we don't give up. We dust and keep the walk.

"You cant change the world", my brother once told me. "Some things are just fucked up...you cant change....", he insisted. But all along I have believed in a positive light. A way that we all can squeeze in and finally be led home...to freedom and painless walk, the final destination...Gandolfo!

I sure hope am right

Comments

Computer Doctor said…
Wow...... Awesomeness i got to say.. While at it.. i think nothing remains the same...everything changes..either +vely -gatively but change is the only thing that remains..
6 March 2014 at 23:51
carol gatonye said…
Thank you Computer Doctor...:)
I sure do agree...we conform to change...and walk, and learn...an ever unending cycle. We only help ourselves if we learn from the experiences
7 March 2014 at 00:45
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