The edge of the world

Here I sit at what many once thought is the edge of the world.

And yet, I feel I’m on the edge of something else.

With each new day, with almost every step I take, I feel something is changing inside of me and I’m not sure what or how or why.

This world has been so good to me.

I have had my problems in the past, but that is the past.

This world IS so good to me.

Is this what inner peace is?

Perhaps this is simply a declaration of gratitude.

I no longer wish to force myself into it, into anything. I simply want to be.

No, I’m not stoned.

I guess I can’t really explain it.

Oh, well. La di da.

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