Returning Home

I guess I'm turning into a bit of a hippie. Having grown up with hippie parents I rebelled in the only way I knew how and that was to become rockabilly. If my parents were to rebel against the values of the 50's then I was going to emulate all that they were rebelling against. But like most things I run away from, they have come back full circle. The values my parents instilled in me at a very young age are the values that are my core today. As I grow older I'm a lover of nature and solitude. I love to spend time with my animals in quite lovely situations. I care more about feeling peaceful and the universe and treating other humans with respect. As I grow older I care more about doing things that will make a difference for the world I live in. As I mature I have a better ability to come at challenging situations with a positive outlook and with a peaceful disposition. Nobody listens to the angry yelling person. I wish more people understood that. I'm becoming less materialistic and feel I want less rather than more. I have an innate feeling that everything will work itself out. Not to mention I now have a deep like for flowey Indian dresses, tribal patterns and anything ethnic or cosmic. I guess in the end, we always return home. I'm glad I had the parents that I did. fd

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