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For the past several years I've seen this Winnebago in the neighborhood. I started to nickname it Winne-don't-go because I've never seen it actually move from the spot you see it in in this picture. Spotting it again today got me thinking about the dreams that the guy must have had when he first bought the vehicle. He probably thought about all the places he would travel to and all the things that he would see. Somewhere along the way, life took a different direction and his Winnebago sat there parked, season after season. For me, that Winnebago became a metaphor for life. I should say it became a metaphor for life if life were to take a wrong turn. We all have our Winnebagos, our dreams that we hoped to accomplish that have somehow been put to the wayside as life passes by. Seeing that truck there reminded me to keep chasing my dreams . It reminded me to not just let them sit parked by the side of the road to rust away with the elements, forgotten and unloved. Who gives a shit if those dreams are successful by society standards? In the words of Jimi Hendrix, “I'm the one who has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.” I hope the owner of the Winnebago decides to take it out one day, if it still works.

(PS I know Winnebago is a brand name but that’s what I am calling it.)


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