Some places stay with you—even after they’re no longer yours.
Saturday, April 25, 2026
I’m searching for something.
I have had a good life. I’ve known a lot of things.
I’ve known laughter.
I’ve cried.
I’ve seen sunrises and sunsets.
Mountains.
Beaches.
Hills and valleys.
I’ve floated rivers and hiked trails.
I’ve sat with my toes in the sand and made angels in the snow.
I know what it means to work hard.
I’ve had blisters on my hands.
I never liked to watch—always working harder than everyone else, doing the jobs most wouldn’t even consider.
I’ve had money, and I’ve been broke.
I’ve saved money—and spent a lot more.
I’ve been to a few places, and I’ve seen a few things.
This world is amazing—or scary as hell.
If you look, you’ll see things you can’t believe… or even understand.
They can seem unreal.
Like a postcard.
Or something only God could create.
Magical.
Extraordinary.
Mystical.
These words still can’t describe it.
And I’ve also known pain.
Heartbreak.
Disappointment.
Anger.
Fear.
Pure terror.
But I realize now…
I’ve never known peace.
I was always in a hurry—heading to the next thing.
I wonder what it’s like to just sit.
And relax.
To let your mind rest.
Just blank.
Not thinking of anything.
What does it feel like to just be?
Emotionless.
Calm.
Fearless.
Truly relaxed—
I’ve never known that.
I guess that’s what I’m searching for…
I hope I find it.
