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[sharbe]

But see here friend, I had to do it. I couldn’t lie to myself and pretend that all life had for me was the ocean and endless summers with a pack of dogs, hair that tied itself in knots from constant play. My life, the one I chose, has never promised to be as simple as a solid color, as comfortable as cotton. Instead it has been heat waves and concrete, polyester and dying. It has been sunshine as well as storms. It is a seasonal one where the only constant is faithfulness. Everything else changes. And now you are living on a beach in northern California, taking the life I always said I would live, but realized was not the one for me.
It’s not so much envy…. as it is a sense of loss.