Some Musings

This decade is nearly over. The endless twirling of time continues and, as I do on most days of the year, I find myself immersed in the endless and yet wonderfully uplifting videos of Messers John and Hank Green. I cant help but dream what things would be like if I could write my own story. I'd put in my own twists and turns and dips and dives. Im finding myself more and more bewildered by the complete lack of control I have upon my own destiny. The only comfort I can find these days is in my pursuit for more and more knowledge and my immersement in fiction. I am finding myself caring less for the opinions and feelings of others. I think this is what exploitation can do to a person. Yes, exploitation is the correct term for what people have done to me. To quote one lost friend; 'I used you as an emotional walking stick'. Honesty, like his, is what I need from people. Constantly analysing who I can and cant trust gets awfully trying after a while. True friends are hard to come by. I realise this now. It says alot that I only count three people as friends of mine. They are the only people that are as loyal to me as I am to them and I love them dearly for it. I would trust those three with my life and that isnt an exaggeration.
Rather sadly, I have found that a person can get incredibly used to loneliness. Being solitary has the effect of focussing the mind onto the things that are really important. It makes a person gather the vital threads of lifes ever unravelling tapestry, and draw them to themselves. The less secure, less important pieces fall away from one another leaving the important fragments together. Shaken and a little bedraggled but, ultimately, together.

Please, forgive me if this ramble seems angry and lachrymose, but truthfully, these carefully considered words come from this pained dreamers heart.
Much love,
Non
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