Everything happens for a Reason
Couch Word Bound Pt. 2
I do believe that everything does happen for a reason...
I think about how planned out everything was before I broke my foot. Yet now I'm sat here with no plan in sight. The funny thing is that I'm okay with that. For the first time, I really do feel okay.
My gut was speaking to me, and again I wasn't really listening. So, I do believe the world had to make me sit back, and rethink, rejig, go within and listen.
And it's pretty loud in here. But it's also making me realize how much I want to do other things. Fulfill and nurture these other things that have been pushed aside.
So, I guess that's my new plan. To attend to the other things. And see where that takes me, for now at least.
About the Creator
The Unlocal
Twenty-something
Certified Pisces
Nomadic Poet & Writer
no rhyme or reason
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Just trying to do the bare minimum
100 words min
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