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  • There is little in this world to provide us with comfort and refuge from our own tortured existence and the torments of everyday life. There are few things that truly make us feel as though there is a purpose in life; a reason to wake up the next day and face the world. These things vary from person to person. Material things for some. Spiritual enlightenment for others. We are bound to these things stronger than the bind of man to earth. These things offer us relief from the horrors of everyday life that seem to have become simple routine for each and everyday that we drag our beaten and battered bodies out of our pathetic places of sleep. These things are like our heroin. The physical and mental addiction tothese things is stronger than anything we live with. Without them, there simply is no life. Rather, these things are life. For me, the things that offer me life and mental satisfaction are few and far between. But the most important of these... is friendship.
    Ask yourself what your life revolves around. Are you happy with the answer? Do you even have an answer?
    I don't, I couldn't tell you. I don't think it revolves around any one thing; it sways back and forth, semi-circles and changes it's mind. I have an idea of where it's headed, I just need some time to figure it out. I need a fresh breath of crisp air- first touching my nostrils and then filling my lungs with a frost that burns- it makes me feel alive. We are all missing this- missing what we were born to feel- alive. i need this fresh breath of air sometimes, it is the only way i remember who I really am. Staying true to the being I was born to be. the being i am, i am. sometimes I get caught up in it all. I get caught up in this confusing delirious world. is it delirious? ’Stay true to the hopeless and hopeless to the truth. only my writing, my words will speak on my behalf- I have to stay true or else my dear, you get in the way of who I really am.’
    Beautiful places; beautiful souls; living free; this past year.
    Today, I stopped on the side of the road, and I witnessed something so beautiful. It just reminded me of how fragile life is. And how in this short time i have, i won’t be able to learn to fly but I can definitely try.
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