Travel Journal #18
I caught my reflection in the mirror this morning. As my mostly naked figure flashed by, I thought-Man I have a great body. And then I thought-Wow. I actually like myself for once. Even after a month of pastries and wine, jet lag, and self-indulgence, I can like myself. I wonder why I haven't for so long. If it's just that I let other people influence my opinion too much and too often.
An hour later I started to cry. I have no idea why. Something sad just struck me. Out of nowhere. And then it was gone.
Although I am sad at leaving such a beautiful place behind, I am filled with hope that I can make the rest of my life just as beautiful. Because I have seen it. I have felt it. It must be there. It is a life filled with musical song and dance numbers, moonlit strolls on the beach, demure blushing, and quiet. It seems there can be nothing else. All else has been left behind-in a past that can stay where it should. Hello Future.
An hour later I started to cry. I have no idea why. Something sad just struck me. Out of nowhere. And then it was gone.
Although I am sad at leaving such a beautiful place behind, I am filled with hope that I can make the rest of my life just as beautiful. Because I have seen it. I have felt it. It must be there. It is a life filled with musical song and dance numbers, moonlit strolls on the beach, demure blushing, and quiet. It seems there can be nothing else. All else has been left behind-in a past that can stay where it should. Hello Future.
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