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May 11, 2008 10:51

I don't ever want to be measured by the amount of money I take home. I would go so far as to say I'd rather be poor than rich just to prove wrong those who might judge others based on material possessions.

If I had it my way I'd pack up an outfit and some money, toss it in my pannier bag and ride away. I want to spend my life discovering things. I don't want to fall victim to society's expectations of me. I don't want to disappoint anyone. I don't want to have to explain myself. I want people to understand how I feel but there's a certain point where I tire of trying to make others grasp what I feel inside me. I want someone to fall into my life who knows exactly what I mean after only a sentence or two are spoken.

I think if I settle for anything less than this romantic fantasy that I hold onto, I will ultimately be unhappy. But is it worth it to sacrifice a certain amount of happiness in the meantime while I wait?

I'm here once - and I can't be ordinary.
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