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Mar 2014
Have you ever thought about
tight-rope-walking in a storm?
The wind whistling through your hair
making you constantly check your balance
until you become so paranoid that you fall?
It's the same with life.
When you fall,
you sure as hell better be getting back up again.
Life is a balancing act. Going here, going there, doing this and doing that can be challenging. I reflect on this concept through an analogy.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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