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I go at my own pace

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I relapse regularly in need, the lack of the other, to fill me and despite more than ten years of work on me. I advance, but at my own pace. The most difficult thing is to be sometimes the only one to move on and have to leave so many people behind. Loneliness is sometimes my friend, but I want to be able to someday share good moments with someone who would have chosen to go forward, or at least try to do it. Someone who would accept me as I am, with my shadows and light ...

I practice meditation diligently. It carries me and helps me to bear the unbearable, the impression sometimes to be there, without a real meaning to my life. I hate filling, but sometimes it could be an easy way. I know that it does not correspond to me at all: I like the silence, the calm and my loneliness ...

I will soon leave during ten days in the footsteps of the pilgrims of Compostelle and that brings me. Is it doing great things? I do not go alone, but I go! I hope to return transformed and have, along the way, found answers to my innumerable questions. So as the saying goes: "There is no way to happiness, happiness is on the way."

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