Each day seems to bring new adventure, but I'm not always happy with the adventure that chooses me. Mainly, I seem find myself wanting more and it's the most unusual, horrible, terrifying, thrilling, and beautiful feeling one could ever imagine having all at once. In someways I am SO ready for it to end. I want to know myself already. I've spent my whole life trying to figure it out and you would think I would have done just that, but of course I have to deal with the long process and agony that is quite reminicent of puberty, except 10x worse. Though every now and then, I'm subtly reminded that "it's the journey that matters, not the destination". I have no idea who said that, but it's been used so much that it's almost to the point of being a cliche. With that said, it's definitely a true one.
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life is a process thats always adding attributes and changing variables from one day to the next you can never know for sure what to expect or predict ...fate has a way of proving us all wrong.....
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Oh Yeah!
We talked about this one before. Sometimes it's hard to put your heart on the paper but I think you've done a good job here. I won't write all the thoughts we shared the other day but this is nice. Well done Miss V.
GP Paul
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