nodejesque
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I often think about the roads that we have taken, that have led to where we are. I know i shouldn't, but i think and dwell on missed opportunities and regret the fear that has plagued me.
When i see people around me, i try to think of their stories and the roads that they traveled. One person in particular was a kind and gentle man who was a veteran, and died outside of my workplace over the weekend. Although he had many accomplishments throughout his lifetime, he passed while alone, homeless, and with demons that would just not let him go.
I just dont think its fair that he is known as 'Frank that lives in the park'. His name is not even frank!
anyway, i just feel that when someone's life comes to an end.... he should be thought of. Im thinking of him.
I am 28 and enjoy solitude, and can easily see myself being this wayfor years to come. That same solitude is what holds a cloud over me, yet i refuse to let it go. I can see myself taking different roads, not because they are what i know i can accomplish and are what i want, but because i dont have to fear the failure of not making it... or fear the unknown destination.
I dont want to get to that place. Where all the roads left are dead ends, and you'retoo far in that no one can help you get out.
Anyway, i guess thats mostly whats been on my mind.
When i see people around me, i try to think of their stories and the roads that they traveled. One person in particular was a kind and gentle man who was a veteran, and died outside of my workplace over the weekend. Although he had many accomplishments throughout his lifetime, he passed while alone, homeless, and with demons that would just not let him go.
I just dont think its fair that he is known as 'Frank that lives in the park'. His name is not even frank!
anyway, i just feel that when someone's life comes to an end.... he should be thought of. Im thinking of him.
I am 28 and enjoy solitude, and can easily see myself being this wayfor years to come. That same solitude is what holds a cloud over me, yet i refuse to let it go. I can see myself taking different roads, not because they are what i know i can accomplish and are what i want, but because i dont have to fear the failure of not making it... or fear the unknown destination.
I dont want to get to that place. Where all the roads left are dead ends, and you'retoo far in that no one can help you get out.
Anyway, i guess thats mostly whats been on my mind.