It's funny how something can be the meaning of your whole life, and you just couldn't imagine yourself ever doing anything else, you just love it too much. But all of a sudden, it's whisked away from you as if it never happened. But then, after such a long time, you try to go back to what ever it was that was once your whole life. It's as though you never left, but then you just can't do it anymore. It's just not the same, or you've discovered that you're just not strong enough to be reminded of the reasons why you made it your whole life.
But then that's the great thing about life itself, but more importantly, friends. They pull you through the down parts, helping you to cope with the reasons you left that world behind, and they give you a new life, even if they don't realise they're doing it.
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It's funny that as you grow up you find you have lived many lives and been many things to many people. The Journey and the people you make friends with on the way is sometimes more important than the final destination. So keep on traveling on I say. Watch out for pirates though some are actually priests. aarrrr
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