So many people like to wander around with no responsibilities, no obstacles. So when the going gets rough they leave and travel in the wind. It blows them to and fro, but they don't find anything to put their roots down into. They don't find anything to put their heart into. They don't find anything worth fighting for.
Well, that was me. I would drift from town to town, hoping each town would be different. I hoped it would be a new start. But I found over and over that every place left me the same - alone - just me, myself, and I. I felt alone and estranged. I could not seem to fit into any kind of scene. People would walk by with their fancy laptops and not even say hi. I may not have a college degree, but I can at least be kind and say, "Hello." When I was alone, all the guilt came upon me. It came back to haunt me. So I wandered some more. I could run, but I couldn't ever hide from my past. The guilt would follow me.
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