Sometimes it all feels whole and complete and I’m there, a part of it.
The bummer is that in my many turns I do not feel I handle my life all that well and some suffer from that. To reflect: that self assuredness may be rare or tender in some of my tribe ( a wide distribution of choices in possibilities, in prospects they charmed me into, not so much pursued ) and that is why many act goofy to some other previous perspective. More simply, I have not enjoyed whole heartedly the merry prancing of pre-mature aging.
Some of my family are rather neurotic. Present times have not made it calmer.
World Turning
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