The Long Way Home
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My Journey To Acceptance And Freedom. My name is Dace (pronounced Dorsay) and I was born in a dinky country called Latvia thinking that my life's purpose was to find a husband, get a white picket fence, produce a child or two, and get a dog. However, there was a small just a small problem. I was gay.
The Long Way Home
4y ago
Have you ever thought about THE LAST in your life? The last book you will ever read? The last kiss you will ever give? The last smile you will ever see? The last walk through the door in the house? The last lick of your dog or your cat? The last, whatever that is that you hoped would last forever and would be there every single day.
I am not exactly sure what made me think about this but I spent quite a few moments today pondering around all my lasts and it made me tear up. Some of the lasts were not actually “the very last time” but they felt like they were at that time. Some of the things, e ..read more
The Long Way Home
4y ago
The path less traveled doesn’t necessarily mean that other people have not chosen it. It just means that you would typically not choose to go that way. The path less traveled brings emotions you might not recognize. You might not have a well-understood emotional response or might not have a pre-established coping mechanism in place to be able to handle new or unknown feelings.
I have always admired people who suddenly choose a different path and somehow manage to re-emerge happier or fundamentally changed. What kind of magic mushrooms do they stumble upon?
I guess when you live your life know ..read more
The Long Way Home
5y ago
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You hear so many people on their death bed saying that the only things they regret are things that they did not do and experiences that they did not have because they were afraid to try or because they felt that they did not deserve something.
I guess it is our nature to constantly live in this limbo of wondering. Men, women, fluid gender, we are all just humans trying to be happy and live lives that bring joy.
The crazy part of this is to admit the turmoil, to admit the wondering, and to admit the uncertainty of our existence. Sometimes we think that we ar ..read more