Path

23/12/2016 impossiblebebong 9 Comments

I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.

-Rosalia de Castro

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Miriam says:

23/12/2016 at 23:31

Great post, one I can relate to.

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1. impossiblebebong says:
  
  24/12/2016 at 05:06
  
  Glad to hear that. Merry Christmas to you.
  
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  1. Miriam says:
    
    24/12/2016 at 05:28
    
    And to you too. Merry Christmas
    
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Success Inspirers' World says:

24/12/2016 at 11:59

Lovely post. Merry Christmas to you!

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1. impossiblebebong says:
  
  24/12/2016 at 15:16
  
  And Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones.
  
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jmacindoe says:

12/01/2017 at 05:11

Great post!

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1. impossiblebebong says:
  
  12/01/2017 at 06:20
  
  Thank you!
  
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And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

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Looms but the horror of the shade,
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Once I had started my solitude, I realized anew that it was easy for me to become accustomed to this state and that the most effortless existence for me was in fact in one in which I was not obliged to speak to anyone. My fretful attitude to life left me. Each dead day had its charm.

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