...talking about where we'd been. Talked about the tiny differences between ending and starting to begin. We talked cause talking tells you things like what you really are thinking about. Sometimes you don't know can't find what you're feeling til all the words run out.
When I asked her why she looked so happy now, she said she finally liked herself. At last I finally like myself.
Harry Chapin, Sequel
I love that song and artist. Just a wonderful songwriter. His words always make me pause and reflect.
Since I've been at the beach for the last two days, I just been sitting around reflecting. And reading. Just finished the book The Alchemist. It's a great book about a boy shepard, searching for his truth. I could relate so well to it. I've spent the better part of the last 30 years looking for my truth. I still haven't found it. In the book, the boy went on a fearless trip to where he thought his truth would be found, only to find out that it was to found from where he originated.
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