the challenge

tonight, i’ve been trying to figure out ways for me to pay people back who have given me things. and it feels impossible. my resources are so scarce and i ask for so much and i like to think that someday i can return the favors, maybe not today or tomorrow. but someday. at least i hope i can.

i don’t think it would be very wise to stop asking or to stop receiving. i am only composed of what i have been given. without them, i would be utterly bereft of everything. of most things.

but somewhere along the way it would be very wise for me to give. i hope i can. i hope i am up to the task. to the challenge. there’s a lot to live up to. i hope i can do it. i want to just say i can.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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