My Writings

Land of Ing

I was a student, in the Land of Ing, the great and powerful, the fertile.

I adopted its tongue, speaking sweetly to my soul. Self-evident, to find comfort, in a language that is close. Lingua franca, you carry my words farther, than I imagined. I am grateful.

Toiled hard in darkness, unceasing rain, and great depression. Came unprepared, to the trial. Ambition, tested. Intelligence, tested. Ability, tested. Body, tested. Challenge, overcome. Character-builder, back-breaker, eye-opener.

Stand your ground. Keep calm, and carry on.

Came back larger. Gained, a particular kind of world view. Raison d’etre, expanded.

Nothing is free.


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