Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue.
At one point, I had to start crying. I'd have chosen to avoid it had it been avoidable, but feelings repressed do not disappear.
Call me what you will. An over-emotional thinker? Someone lost out in the world?
I can only feel as I'm programmed to feel and think as I'm programmed to think. Tell me to stop thinking, and you'll provoke a good day or two of the same in me.
Chilly nights in quiet streets watching people groggily shuffle by, walking over paths beaten down by centuries of history, that's where I want to be.
I want to look at the city in the distance. I want to re-live the bonfire from the last night in Germany, feel again that rush of fear and wonder as I discover something that was always mine, and have mud wars in a pond filled with worms that make the experience slightly gross.
I want to be who I am with the people who know and love that person. I want to learn more about those around me. I want to learn from my students, learn from my teachers, and learn from the bus driver who shouted at me last night.
I think I'll stop putting on neckties. What good are they anyway?
These are only blotches on a canvas.
Good night.
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