Over the years I have become this sponge that has absorbed so much of other people's life experiences that I have created very few of my own. Which is not to say it has been a completely futile exercise, but a sponge sometime or the other must release what it has absorbed. That is its purpose.   

But the experiences I create must be my own. The though of replicating what I have seen in others is depressing and quite pointless. I cannot be one of those people who fit themselves into a mould: nice house, car, husband/wife, kids, job, life. The perks of the rat race. The perks that are such a great and blinding attraction, people forget how much they have to give up to earn them.         

Which is why I find myself such a misfit. Which is why I need to get out. And go somewhere else.

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What is it like to have nothing? What is it like to be no one? In a time when everybody wants to be somebody and have it all, this is the question I ask. You never really know until you hit rock bottom. And there I think comes the greatest learning of who you really are. Which is something the rest of us couldn't be bothered with because we have quite happily let others decide that for us. 

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And so begins a new journey of sorts. Where it will lead me I do not know. But what I do know is that I have very little time. I tried so hard and so long to get on the bus that I didn't see it was the wrong one in the first place.   

Peace, love and late realizations.