There was a time when I owned nothing.
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I could pack all my shit in a duffel bag and head down the road, and I did. Hitch- hiking across the continent when it wasn't considered crazy. Sleeping under bridges. Feeling the bite of poverty, cold wind on my face. Embracing loneliness. Kerouac and Moriarty.
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Now I'm impoverished by bank accounts and property, mutual funds, material possessions and responsibility, electric bills and taxes.
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Shackles!
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The road calls like a siren song.
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There was a time when I owned nothing.
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There was a time when I was rich.
Accuracy . . . the more you get the less you have.
ReplyDeleteI was born with nothing, and I still have most of it!
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