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Remember wishing for yesterday to arrive? Well that was me. Yesterday came, right on schedule, and dropped off a whole boatload of possibilities. And while most of me is grateful for yesterday, I still wish I was waiting for it to arrive. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have possibilities, to hear change clink together in my bag, but some part of me wishes I still had time to blog about nothing in the middle of the day and read a good novel. It's a small part, but it's there.
Reminds me of the Noma Video I watched with my hosts last night. It's called Today, and it's about not holding on to the past. How much of the past am I holding on to? Or how much have I let go of that I should still be holding on to? This place, these people, most of theme seem like strangers. Is that because I let go too fast? And, those other people, the ones who read this blog and live so far away, they are the ones who I wish I could hold on to forever. Will it always be like this? Letting go of some things that I should keep and holding on to others, who I can't hug or love or cry with at the moment?
Or maybe I learned my lesson and am holding on now because I let go too fast last time. Or maybe these people, maybe you, are worth holding on to. As long as I don't try to relive the past and cease believing that the future is always brighter than the past. Because it is, even if the brightness is a long way off.
Peace and Prayers.

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