The time passed and passed until I decided to get up and start moving, anywhere.
Thank God I finally found some place to call my own. They said that I was welcome whenever I wanted go in the sacred space.
Let it be called Rondier. There are many like it, other places I'd like to go.
I forget what I stand for on a day to day basis. I walk into a conversation and I start to remember. Why aren't you normal?
That's a question asked of me a lot. I never really have a good answer.
You’re never as what they say, good or bad.
I used to think twice before I'd do anything then I'd think again. Now I try to put an end to this. How would my life be better if I had the good sense to just be. If I had the sense to just do as I wish. That's my goal from now on, freedom.
I'll keep walking and finding more and more places to call my own. I'll go to more games and root for both teams. I teach but mainly learn. I'll be one who comes and goes. Here he is, the man of the hour. The guy who many are proud to call a friend. I'll be who I want to be. I'll be as an oasis, life-giving and friendly to anyone I come across.
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Author:
Tomo (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Interesting read, Tomo. Sometimes you have to move on, sometimes it is better to put down roots. The more you give, the more you receive!
Thanks so much!
Sounds like a lot of soul searching trying to find your way ,your own philosophy and to put it in play ... good for you to be able to write it all out
Thanks so much!
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