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I still miss who I once was.
I had friends, lots of friends. Like minded friends.
If I needed help there was always someone to help me. If they needed help, I was there to help them. We helped each other
I did what I wanted, when I wanted. Where I wanted.
Never a day passed without a conversation or two. I’d listen to them, they’d listen to me. We listened to one another.
Now, my life has changed. I feel lonely.
I have job in a warehouse. I stack shelves, I move boxes. I’m just another worker.
I’m surrounded by people, but not people who’s company I enjoy, who’s company I desire. Who’s company I value.
I have a roof over my head, I have a bed. I have food when I want it.
However, it’s not the same.
I slept rough, I slept under some arches. I slept on the ground.
Sometimes I was cold, sometimes damp. Sometimes hungry.
But life was simple, life was uncluttered. Life lived my way, not ruled and regulated by others.
I still miss who I once was.
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Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?
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Great write Keith – his reflection shows he hasn’t lost his sense of value; he knows exactly what a meaningful life feels like and although the present situation feels heavy, the survival skills and empathy he carries are still entirely his 💞
Ange, thank you so much for your insightful comment.
A profound comparison Keith! Life with friends is better. Thanks for joining in.
There are some things money can’t buy. Thank you, Sadje
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A tender reflection. I hope he manages to befriend some people.
Given time, I’m sure he will. Thanks so much, Dale.
I am glad…
Such a poignant write, Keith. Sometimes money is not enough.
Thanks, Punam, some things are far more important.
Absolutely! You are so welcome.
I had a dear friend when I lived in California- who chose homelessness over being housed for almost these exact reasons. So well told.
It is a choice for some, I know. Thanks, Jodi.
It’s a good story. I didn’t see where it was going at first. Nice!
Thank you so much, Lydia.
I can actually relate to this. Good post Keith
Thank you, Di.
This is elegant. Superb writing, dear Keith.
Thanks for your kind words, Nancy.
I think many of us feel this way about some things. Nicely done!
I’m sure you’re right, Mimi.
a surprise twist
Gotcha!
A poignant story. We all miss human connection and freedom of choice.
Thank you. We all find it in different ways.
Oh dear, so sad…
Indeed. Thank you, Chris.
Great writing, Keith. A deep message, well presented.
Thank you so much Suzette,
Such a poignant, moving write, Keith.
Thank you so much.