Are my feet the only ones that have sight,
Not to see like eyes, but to become the eyes of my life?
Do my losses and discoveries widen my world?
Can the void of what we've lost be filled by what we find?
Only the walker knows what he has lost—
and what he has found.
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Author:
Samuel Potsane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2026 14:38
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Seeing where we are going is necessary if we want to get to where we want. Well written
Thank you so much
You are most welcome
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