Facing the Truth
I'm just one of 280 million Americans. And just one of 6 billion people inhabiting this earth. (Or is it 8 billion. I lose track) So I shouldn't wonder that my opinions often aren't in the majority. No, I shouldn't wonder at all. Everything about me points to this obvious truth.
I walk hills accessible to tens of thousand, perhaps hundreds of thousands of people, and yet I rarely see anyone else along my path. I hang out with a group of bow hunters, and yet I have no desire to kill beautiful wild animals, or anything else. Still, these hunters are my friends and I enjoy their stories and their companionship.
When I was younger my parents and friends encouraged me to go to college, so I worked. Later in life I was advised to keep working, so I went to school. My friends in High School voted me the most likely to stay close to home. But instead I wandered around the country for a good part of my adult life.
The only power I desire is the power to choose my path in life. I don't understand those who want to choose for me, even if their motives are noble. I don't really want to lead. I hate to follow.
I love to have my family and friends around me and yet I'm happiest on a solitary walk with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. I'm not arrogant but I am self assured.
Why do I bring this up? No good reason. I wonder why I'm not always comfortable with my eccentric self. At times it would be better to fit into a stereotype. But, no, that's not going to happen...........
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