I liken my journey to being in a jungle where the fog hangs so low I can barely see two feet in front of me. Looking back I can see the journey marked with my tears. When looking ahead there are glimmers of light. So I continue, each step with more hope than the last.
I want to stop and ask "how did I get here, how did I get so lost". There's no time for questions, for there are no safe answers. Deep inside, I know the answers that I seek are blanketed in too much pain. So I continue, the light appears closer now.
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If your day job isn't writing then you may need an occupation change! This post is amazing!! Just remember to keep moving forward, at least thats what I am learning from you!!
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