Here's to fresh beginnings. To opening my arms wide enough to embrace myself, and recall all that I have to offer. I've come much too far to let things slip out of my hands and against the grains of reality another time, or two. Face to the sun, doing whatever that word is that starts with a B, by myself, happily. Rather than be grounded in notions of survival, I choose existentialism, disoriented but finding my own way. I'd be glad to cross rivers, in whatever shoes were given me, so long as I got to see all that I had accomplished on the other side. Passionately, sincerely, I haven't given up on you just like I haven't stopped entertaining the notion that I'll live forever, or that someday I'll be able to travel to all the dots on the map that I desire. It would all be nice, but I haven't a certainty in the world. And that's alright with me. A life fulfilled is a life lived, and I plan on doing just that. Thanks for a nice chapter, time to begin again.
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