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[outofcomfeart-blog]

We are wanderers.

We are wanderers. 

Minds dazed. Eyes fixed. Mentally transported to another place.

Ears numb to the present moment, body moving slowly or not at all to prevent interrupting the desirable thoughts with the sense and pain of reality. 

We wonder.

Where is this route in life going to take me? What other options are there? I wonder how it is here, and there, and far and near. 

Is this a way of escape? Is this a way to live? Always wanting to be somewhere else instead of the place you find yourself to be? Will we ever be content?

[outofcomfeart-blog]

Simmering in an old boil

To be born with disadvantages is not your fault. To have a health problem is (sometimes) not your fault. To be limited, held-back, traumatized, hated, bullied are all not your fault.

To simmer in the disadvantages is your fault. To not care for your physical self is your fault. To be defeated, shamed, scared, worried, and to have self-hatred and self-pity is your fault.

To sit in your own sorrow and to bite your own tongue is your choice. 

We all have a choice to be better, to try harder, to push further, and to never give up. From the bottom of my heart, knowing how far I've gotten from my disadvantages tells me I've broken the standard of my own limitations...and it feels great!

Break yours or prepare to simmer in your own shit. 

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Growing pleasures

Still. I sat, thinking about the worst decisions one can make in life: drop out of school, leave your true love, eat a piece of cake or have a kid. Considering this, I've done none of the above. Does this mean I am a good decision maker?

Steal. I ran away with their hearts with the chase ending with their hearts stuck back in them...through their throats. I gave them back. Does this mean I am a good person?

Steel. I felt it falling onto my head. Heavy, heavy sheets of it piercing my thoughts and emotions, spilling colds and blacks. I still managed to get out alive. Does this mean I am Wonder Woman?

Stale. I saw it go bad. The golden delicious apple fell very far from the tree, becoming hidden in the bushes, waiting for someone to eat it. I don't like apples so I didn't eat it. Does this mean I'm perfect?