A savage. A foolish savage. I know all the corrections I need to make in my life. I know where the adjustments are and what needs to be done. But I can't give this up. I can't trade this freedom and this passion for anything in this world. Even as I go day to day and night to night in an unhappy state of being at work. It is a beautiful poison, a trade I suppose. Work to see things like this. To get to do this. I'm giving up happiness to find happiness. Eventually I wonder if one will ever out weigh the other. When the day comes when I have to trade my beaten, and weathered hiking boots for a place in line with the sheep. It's a life where I neglect problems and pretend they don't exist out there. And when I'm home or working, my chest tightens, the anxiety squeezes and I dwell on the problems I try to escape from. It is a beautiful and painful world, I do love it. My life is a portrait of contrast. I am high and low, I guess we all are. Right now, I'm just being honest enough to admit it. Something will eventually kill me. I just don't know if it will be my love or my hate.
Bukowski once said, " Find what you love and let it kill you." Let it be love, I pray.
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