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As I sit and drink my water...
There
was a time when I had the option of moving out into the mountains
without many attatchments to cut myself from. Without as many
heartbreaks or sacrifices…
Sometimes I like to think about how my life would be now had I taken this road. Part of me is sad for not having experienced the things that I’ve recently experienced. Then I think, I would be clueless that my recent experiences even existed in that world. The sadness I’m feeling now wouldn’t have a chance to be birthed. I suddenly question whether or not I’ve made the better choice.
And then I realize… that opportunity will approach again. And perhaps the outcome would be more grand carrying what I have now with me rather than never finding them in the first place. Not to say that the road I passed by couldn’t have been magical. I just believe that maybe by waiting… and building… and finding… and loving… I have created a more magical version of that world…
Sometimes… I think this water is drugged.
Sometimes I like to think about how my life would be now had I taken this road. Part of me is sad for not having experienced the things that I’ve recently experienced. Then I think, I would be clueless that my recent experiences even existed in that world. The sadness I’m feeling now wouldn’t have a chance to be birthed. I suddenly question whether or not I’ve made the better choice.
And then I realize… that opportunity will approach again. And perhaps the outcome would be more grand carrying what I have now with me rather than never finding them in the first place. Not to say that the road I passed by couldn’t have been magical. I just believe that maybe by waiting… and building… and finding… and loving… I have created a more magical version of that world…
Sometimes… I think this water is drugged.
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