(1) It’s nice to have a roof over my head and be able to listen to the rain outside my open window. It’s been a welcome switch, as of the past five years, from being rained on more routinely, and settling for that mode of existence — as though nothing good could possibly have followed it.
(2) An unsettling period of cognitive dissonance is finding resolution. Specifically, I need believe neither of what the two similar-but-not-identical groups of people seem to believe about me. Rather, my belief about myself may stem from a source entirely removed from the groupthink of either group. This more truthful, unified belief may inform my actions with both groups, and with any group, and with all individuals, for that matter. I need let neither group define me.
(4) The more I scan the panorama of various conflicting news sources, and the more I read the columns of those purporting to assent or object to the columns of various other columnists, the more I find that I want nothing further to do with journalism in the least, and the more I am content to resume my various unfinished artistic projects. In particular, I find I truly enjoy writing meaningful lyrics to strains of wordless music that keep pleasantly playing in my head.
(5) I really have everything I always dreamed of having, all those years when I was homeless. The task appears to be to utilize it according to the fulfilment of those dreams — not according to some past, failed social edict that, after all, had the power to kick me out onto the streets to begin with. It’s great to have been blessed with this great gift, and to be able to see by comparison, by hindsight, how great a gift it truly is.
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