Better times

I used to dream of far off lands, crystal glasses of Moet and women by the score
No more. Now I crave the face of a wise friend, the squirrel knocking at my window and I still dream of far off lands but just for a holiday. What happens to a man when he does so much looking that he either gets worn out of searching or settles for something less is not a pretty sight. I never expected to be the guy that would find what I was looking for or better yet that it would be completely different than my original life pursuits. Wholeness is within, merging the myriad characters of your psyche into something peaceful, powerful and unselfish. It is so easy to get the things that you really want when they are easy to get. Imagination is my only limitation and I seem to have been given ample share. The dreams carry me to places I have yet to see and the feelings to friends I will always have. I am nervous for my friends and pray that they will find their way to what ever serenity this life holds for them. My better times are not in the past they are in my present and future and for that I am thankful. I regret nothing, this was my ride, designed specifically for the one person capable of handling its curves, drops, cheers and tears. Is contentment around the corner for you or do you stand there reading in disbelief? Do you doubt because you're skeptical or because you fear to chase your own peace? Only you know your own truth and I would back you up against anyone that tried to sell you a different one. Don't just say what your dreams are, know them intimately, so well that one day you wake up and you're standing in them. And for those that refuse to believe, come on in and share mine, it's truly spectacular.
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