Wandering through life searching for something we feel we may never find, not knowing where to begin or when it may end. Losing ourselves within the depths of a continuous cycle, as we pass through the same emotions and cross over similar landscapes, seeking that comfort we yearn for, the understanding we crave and the relief we desire.
Nice, well written. In a few words you wrote what I suspect many of us feel. bitter sweet.
J. R. R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
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