I rediscovered this quote recently. Must watch the movie again. Very uplifting. This is from Patch Adams.
All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers--all of us.
All the restless hearts of the world...all trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in a driving snow. You don't even know you're walking in circles--the heaviness of your legs in the drifts;
your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel. How far away home can be. Home.
The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin...
and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or, as the poet Dante put it...
"ln the middle of the journey of my life I found myself in a dark wood...for I had lost the right path."
Eventually I would find the right path...but in the most unlikely place.