I get it, this doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes I can feel this disconnect between me and my thoughts, it’s like this drumming sound that beats within me and I don’t know how to turn it off. I am not sure these thoughts are even my own and wonder if they are some sort of beacon home. Every time I have engaged them I feel at home with my life. It’s like if I don’t acknowledge these ideas they begin to haunt me. I am not sure what this means but I think there is something to be learned here. Maybe it’s just me “shaking my fist” at life in a moment of glory, as my mom said in her valedictorian speech. I can see the Journey of the Tahoe 200 and look forward to the miles between start to finish because that’s where the true sense of being lies.
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