This is the last day before I fly back to the place where I was born.
I am filled with so many emotions right now that I can't possibly
explain them.
I always have this feeling like I am leaving something behind before a
trip.
This time I wonder if I am forgetting something important, or whether I
am meaning to leave something behind to wait for me until I come back?
Something to remind me of the person I was before I left.
I now that these are only the thoughts formed from a mind which refuses
to find complete comfort in its choices.
This moment belongs to me, and I will no longer allow for the weakness
of a longing mind. I have raised my anchors, and now it is up to the ocean to
choose whether or not to capsize my heart.
I won’t look back now, I can’t look too far ahead in this either; for I
am only this moment, and the universe tells me no secrets in the name of
safety. The universe currently tells me no secrets at all, not in this moment.
I step one foot in front of the other, carrying more weight than that of
my own luggage, for I know that the old fears and leaving home will always
weigh heavy in this mind.
Already I question how many more times I will be able to see the faces
of the ones I will be seeing soon, and the ones that I am leaving behind.
Already I miss them.
It is said that home is where the heart is, and if that is the case,
then my home has no fixed address.
Really Good Post!
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Thank you, I think if you look to find something, then chances are you will.
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