A good old fashion competition is one thing, where people do three-legged races or potato-sack races or even arm wrestling, that is all fun and games, But at a certain age the competition turns from laughable fun to intense locational division, thus when searching for things like.... lets say houses or property and everyone wants to stay in the same surroundings then everyone is looking at the same places and perhaps making bids on the same things..... This is interesting!! This little country of ours, Belgium.. everything is tightly packed where as in the US, no one wants to stay in the same surroundings as where they grew up and that is great because the competition is eliminated and people spread out vast and wide in the landscape of America. But I want to be in GOOIK.
The problems of the luxe life in Gooik.
M
Cold winds a blowin, sing songs a howlin. The weather is raw the weather is king. Shorter days knocking at the door. remembrances of yesteryear, the good old days, realizing they are permanently gone and that it will never be the same state again. Its a hard world to swallow sometimes, and especially as the time progresses and with that the expectations of adaption and evolution are ever present.. But it's easier to reflect than pro actively predict.! I am faced with the harsh reality that the place in the world that I am from , the magical all possible place that I come from is vanishing, slipping away and turning into a place of sour milk and no longer that rich golden land of milk and honey...... no dwelling but really dwelling. that is the state I sit in. the longing and desperation of knowing exactly how things would turn out. its gone its gone so gone gone gone... not hopeless just placeless spaceless danceless joyless empty outta wack adaptive acceptance
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