Or how sometimes the steps we take forward are so different from those that remain behind.
They served their purpose for the time, they led the way here...
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. Nothing profound, it's just been something on my mind for this last week or so.
Do we love things we dont understand? I think we can. But sometimes I wonder how this can be so.
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Speaking of foot prints, and paths that are different. It is very weird that I am a writer now, because four years ago I would have laughed if someone told me that I was going to be a writer. I really discovered a love for writing in grade 12, yet I had loved hand writing and pens for many years before that. I began hand writing when I was in grade 6-7 I just spontaneously picked it back up after hating it in grade 3 when we had to learn how to write it... I think the love of pens had come from my brother and he always had nicer pens then I, and I complained about it but the reason why I couldn't have a nice pen was because I lost them all the time.
Anyways, I had always been a science person until four years ago, still love it, but I like writing a lot more now.
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