Wild Thistles

Where do you belong in this world?  I'm sure I don't know. I spent my childhood feeling out of place, like everyone else had some sort of handbook for who there were and how to get along in the world and my copy got lost in the mail.  I wandered, from town to town and country to country.  I drifted from friendship to friendship, never feeling that this was my place or these were my people.

Then in college, for one brief semester I found my place and my people and then we all drifted on.  At first I wanted nothing more than to get back there, but not long after I left they all moved on too.  We were all misfits, all wanderers, and the seamless way that we can, even now after 15 years, drift into each others lives and pick up right where we left  off only confirms to me that just because we wander doesn't mean we're lost.  

Along my way in this world, I've found one or two more friends like this, where the distance doesn't matter and no one seems to notice how long it's been since we've talked.  We pick up like it's been no time at all because we understand each other so well.  We are the sort who are happiest without being firmly fixed to a place in the world or in society.  We know who we are and perhaps that's why we don't fit in.  We live on the whim of the winds like the thistle down.  We are wild and our place is where ever we find ourselves today, to never have a set place but to be our own selves and free.

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