My comfort in youth was belonging to a peer group and a family who loved me
My comfort as a young adult was knowing I was part of the future, building the dream
My comfort as a middle-aged adult was knowing I had given back to the world and was still giving, even though I was slowing down
My comfort as an older adult was seeing my children grow up, happy and productive, and seeing my grandchildren thrive
My comfort as I grew older was in the word of God, and the promise of a good life if I believed in Him
Then something changed in my heart and I began to stray from the past and the present, learning another way
Technology passed me by, and with each day I was falling behind in all I tried and didn't understand the world as it was anymore
I was standing on the outside looking in, and no longer part of the game
I couldn't contribute to anything but was slowly making my way out, and then I understood
Once we find ourselves on the outside of the fence of life, it's time to start walking away, and with a smile and a kiss blown gently to my old life, I began my new journey
About the Creator
Denise Willis
I love art as much as writing, and when the world feels dark, I get out my paper and colored pencils and draw while listening to music. When my husband and I were going through a divorce, journaling is what got me through that..
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