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i sympathize, Jnr (i think):
i feel like a child on a bus in the dead of winter. The frost that has accumulated on the windows masks the world beyond me and, for this ride, all i know is all i can see. And it is so noisy and chaotic and terrible sometimes, that i hardly think i belong.
Now, i could be content with what i know; chat with the other children, listen to music, read a book, until the ride is over. But instead i take my fingernail and scrape away the frost little by little. But it is thick and to apply myself to it for too long will cause discomfort. However, little by little, i am beginning to see glimpses of the world beyond what i know. Without their full vision, they make no sense, only blurs of color flashing by. But if i start connecting the scrapes i've made the vision becomes clearer. A piece i saw here now makes sense with the discovery of a glimpse over there.
Of course there are distractions, things that take me away from this work. But i feel like if i could only block out the din around me and concentrate on sloughing off the shroud that separates me from the secrets of the world beyond, if i could apply the energy from my being, the heat from my hand, i could understand what is out there, comprehend it.
And then, maybe, by understanding that world, i would feel the confidence to open that window, stick my hand out, and become part of it.- exactly, ebay is SHIT!Jnr_Madison
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- j/k, I feels ya.Jnr_Madison