... has less to do with a clucking hen than a wolf who'd kill a wolverine to feed her pup during famine because I ODed on National Geographic when I was a tiny person.
oh my god, I love that. And if it's any consolation, I have a scattering of about seventy pounds' worth of National Geographics on my bookshelf spanning back to 1915. XD
Apart from that I'm madly discontent with it, I think; that's not a good sign. I used to be serene enough, though, it's only recently that I've really woken up to the interpersonal dynamics that are missing from my life. I'm still figuring things out, though. I GUESS WE'LL SEE. :)
I had a great comment last night only to get it wiped when LJ was moving servers last night so hopefully I can capture what I wanted to say. @o@
First of all some food for thought for you followed by some comforting food for thought.
Life is a journey, not a destination. But remember the reststops and tourist attractions on the way.
You can not be lost if you are the map.
And to prevent falling asleep at the wheel this is why us nomads travel in packs.
There's more personal things I'd like to say since we have that habit of deep discussions at 3AM and I think they're better reserved for that and not a public forum. ^.^
At first I thought the line "Nothing will ever be yours again" was pretty sad but I didn't really feel anything. Then I tried to relate it to my story and then I just started crying.
This is the first time I think I've ever cried for someone else.
Not that that is supposed to make you feel better. I had a dream quite recently about having a baby. Mine was already born... I think I even had about six babies. I breast feeded one of them and it was the most delightful feeling to be a mother. I think I might actually want a kid or two... though maybe not /six/ perse.
I think I feel the same way about screwing up relationships since we always moved and changed schools all the time. Hme. But as always what I actually feel is another matter. I've smoothed everything down to the point I don't know what's there anymore.
I hope you know I haven't replied to this comment because there's nothing more to be said on Livejournal about it. I'll let you know if I discover something new about the way ahead though.
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oh my god, I love that. And if it's any consolation, I have a scattering of about seventy pounds' worth of National Geographics on my bookshelf spanning back to 1915. XD
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First of all some food for thought for you followed by some comforting food for thought.
Life is a journey, not a destination. But remember the reststops and tourist attractions on the way.
You can not be lost if you are the map.
And to prevent falling asleep at the wheel this is why us nomads travel in packs.
There's more personal things I'd like to say since we have that habit of deep discussions at 3AM and I think they're better reserved for that and not a public forum. ^.^
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At first I thought the line "Nothing will ever be yours again" was pretty sad but I didn't really feel anything. Then I tried to relate it to my story and then I just started crying.
This is the first time I think I've ever cried for someone else.
Not that that is supposed to make you feel better. I had a dream quite recently about having a baby. Mine was already born... I think I even had about six babies. I breast feeded one of them and it was the most delightful feeling to be a mother. I think I might actually want a kid or two... though maybe not /six/ perse.
I think I feel the same way about screwing up relationships since we always moved and changed schools all the time. Hme. But as always what I actually feel is another matter. I've smoothed everything down to the point I don't know what's there anymore.
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