Do you ever get transported to feeling like you are back in "small kid time"?  Not those good moments of child like wonder or innocence, if those were your experiences, instead those garbage bag full of used clothes experiences, advantage being taken of you moments for being small, for being poor, for not being fully something ever.  Unfortunate that it still happens even now....

My first large mouth bass.  He put up a good fight.  One step closer to self-sufficiency, this life too is precious.  Don't mean to make it as simple as that.  

Sometimes moving forward I feel like I am moving back.  Having dreams again is nice, but having dreams of my own are even better.  There is no waiting around for a fairy tale to happen, or all events to be perfect.  Independence seems to be left at the wayside a bit.  I don't yet know how to step forward out of this.  Out of these moments strung together.  For now much, much more good then bad.  Fluctuation is life, though.  Change is life.

Imagine separating life, into pieces and bits, bad, good, pain, emotion into snapshots of moments.  To live completely in the moment and not be the future.  To always be okay with alone except for now, this very moment.  Forget the complicated pieces, only see piercing blue eyes and snow falling.  Forget history.

Every moment is perfect.  Blank slate, drawn, laid, set.

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Man's search for meaning.

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Moments are choices pieced together to experience.

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Almost time to rest.

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If I had realized,

that I was hanging hopes for nothing,

dreaming of dreams in plural instead of singular.

If I had been myself.

I would have re-defined the art of solitude.

Instead of extending my boundaries of patience

for one person.

Testing my self worth on whims

of fickle personality.

I sold myself out a long time ago

for a chance.

A chance that was never a true chance

at anything.

Now, again, I am in the waiting space.

And I don't want to wait.