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  • I try very much not to be superstitious because it’s ridiculous but I can end up being as crazy as a sailor with omens and signs on days when I feel the way I feel right now.

    I feel like something is escaping me, a part of my destiny stepping away, a path closing off that may never open again. And it’s hard to describe how I feel this thing, except it’s like someone walking over my grave and it makes me shiver.

    I find myself powerless to know or to change this thing that I sense, like a part of my fate is in someone else’s hands and it puts me all at sixes and sevens because I don’t cope very well with not being in control of my own future.

    In moments like this when I feel I can’t escape destiny my backbone stiffens and I have to step away from my normal life. I let the wind blow in my hair and ask the trees and grass for comfort. I rebel against fate and superstition. I become a wild thing. What care I for paths? I walk where I will.
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