Last week I got to spend some time at Monmouth Beach, here in NJ. I've never been there and found it to be pretty clean and it was pretty empty since college kids are gone and a storm out some where made the water un-swim-able(sp? maybe not even a word, but you get it).
Not having any plans for the day, I decided to take a stroll down the shore, just above where the water hit the sand. I walked about 2 miles until I hit the barrier for the private beach and walked back.
As I walked back to where I started, I found that my own footprints were hard to recognize as I tried to literally retrace my steps. I thought about it and realized that it was a metaphor. As you get older, you get to a point in life where when you look back, your former self is almost unrecognizable to who you are now. And that's not a bad thing as long as you got to where you were going in a way that you wouldn't be ashamed of how you did it.
oh damn, that bordered on being deep huh?
INSERT PENIS JOKE HERE
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