and i travel the world
listening for words unspoken,
looking for the invisible,
searching for those not lost.
But I continue. To stop is pointless. The world is a vulnerable place. Our minds are a fragile world. I am fragile, I am vulnerable. Paranoia. Fear. Worry. These are my enemies. The demons that stalk me. Our mind is our world. We make of it what we choose. We choose the world we exist in, how it progresses, how we live in it. This, at times, is very unsettling. That is my weakness and the battle I start to lose. But I remind myself the world is a very forgiven place, a very flexible environment, made for change. After all I make of it what I want. We each have our struggles in life. Although I never have had a problem thus far, and the path I travel has provided blessed experiences and lesson, I dare still question whether my journey is the correct one.
There is so much I want to do. So much I want to try. I want to experience it all. With this excitement I sometimes myself miss out on the journey itself. That is when I realize it is times for a pause. A moment of rest. A moment to stop, looking around and realize everything is fucking daisies and lollipops. I take a sniff. I take a lick. I continue.
Half the fun is not knowing. The other half is the battle to embrace that fun.
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