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David Dimbleby
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My City, My Home, My Comfort
There have been many times, more than I care to remember, when I have spoken about moving away. "Let's move to .... " or "How about living in ... ". It's very easy to become despondent to your home, the very place that bore you and watched you grow from the helpless baby you were to the hopeless adult you've become.
By David Dimbleby3 years ago in Wander
From the gloom
Nobody knows when it will happen. Their great epiphany. The realisation that life is an accumulation of things, some important, most not. It's a sad place to find one's self, finally coming to the conclusion that it's all for nothing, in the end. What's the point in living if there is no real purpose? Most people envision their great epiphany to be enlightening, uplifting, unbounding, yet the real outcome is quite the opposite; disheartening, hopeless and grim.
By David Dimbleby3 years ago in Motivation