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abundance comes when you stop awaiting loss
and perhaps the rational fear of loss is still there
knowing how the world looks, how precarious
a position of safety might be
but then a burrowing, nestling, and settling
in the beauty around, its endless plains and horizons
the absolute peace found a train-ride away
all I've ever wanted within reach
and companionship
of someone who understands
these loves of mine
what was the secret ingredient to feeling empowered? to chatting up people in the many daily micro-interactions, to not feeling afraid, to feeling "at home" in the outside world? To feel that the park is my garden, that a country away is basically my backyard, that I can nap in the open fields, ride and walk through the cities at night, to love all of this so much my heart might burst, and it does burst, forth, and empower me all the more, to want to travel, thousands of Zugminuten, to get up lightly in the morning, to know that anxiety will rise and fall, to be ready for that, to embrace my enormous emotionality, great expectations, my vulnerabilities, my needs
