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I’ve always felt that in some way, I was doomed. I was exposed to the world early on and haven't been quite satisfied ever since. There is this constant hunger inside me for change and new horizons, to find new hidey places, and to experience all the things.
The need for some form of security grounds me all but a little. Enough to hold down a job (or jobs in my case), yet I feel ill-equipped for our society. I fear I'll never find my "right" fit. That there isn't a place for me. I've seen too much and want to do so much and there isn't enough time for it all.
I suppose it's kind of blessing in a way. I have and will do much in my lifetime. I will continue to move, and grow, and never stagnate. I won't have the best house or the best car, but I hope to have the best stories.
And it seems I'm not alone in this thinking. That, too, is a blessing. Here's to you, all you wandering hearts. May we wander together for a time some day.
If you can figure out what you are seeking, then go for it. If you are waiting around for somebody else to hand it to you, that day may never come because they are not you. The soul is like a new born puppy and just wants to experience. Once you somewhat tame your soul, you will find a greater peace. You will have the best house once you stop comparing it to what somebody else has. You will have the best car once you stop comparing it to what somebody else has. You have life so you already have everything you need. Your smile already shows me that you have more than what most people think they have. Some of those people have a million dollars but yet they would trade it to be able to smile as genuinely as you do. Love whom you already are!!!
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Perhaps I am being a tad dramatic. I am happy with the kind of person I am. I understand that I am not interested is the superficial, but the security a solid income gives you is very appealing. So how do you balance both? Living true to yourself and also deftly navigating this world we've created?
If I had a million dollars and simply purchased all of the climbing gear I have in my museum, there would not be any stories associated with the gear except for opening package after package and being overwhelmed by the amount that I am purchasing, having no time to appreciate it, but yet feeling that I still need more. God gives me what I need when I need it and all becomes in balance from there. My security comes from God, not from money.