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Just me sitting here, looking out of the window, getting my thoughts into text seems to be helping me. Daily blog writing is something I always wanted to do. Handwriting ideas and typing them up seems to help me compartmentalise my thoughts better than dictating text. The latter gets forgotten and seems less crafted.

I am having days that seem lacking. Half a century of life seems to bring that to the surface, which I welcome. It's time to lack, not plough through things. I regret that a lot of my energy was used in keeping the system stagnant. So I need to nourish the life I have left.

I have seen the world change so much. Something that takes time to believe as I've aged. I have seen behind the curtain, but now I sit with a clear window, witnessing the world that lives in front of me, no longer driven to change it. Only guided to hold what is important. A heartbeat, touch, presence, the light and dark of the soul.