Firestone Hot Springs It's always bears!!

val listened as dwin spoke, hoping he might learn from what she said next what she initially had truly meant; if anything, some context might clear up why he was so infinitely stupid.

to his surprise, she shared a great deal in common with how he’d felt at his own age. like her, he’d grown up with a sibling that left, and often had felt like the whole family had someone except for him. of course, this wasn’t necessarily true - his adoptive mothers loved him very much. but biologically, he was an island — and chacal was the closest thing he had to a true sister.

his expression turned to a sad smile as she spoke of her parents and how they would not be around forever. there was a sorry truth in this — he was forced to reflect on his own parents. hell, he had four — and all were dead.

things changed as you got older. the lens in which you looked through life as a child were bright and clear; but with each year collected, perspective altered the lens — things beautiful before could look grimy, things bright and colorful lost their luster.

yes, as a matter of fact — i did feel that about my home. which is why, when i think of home it is not a place, it is people. but the people in your life come and go — he shared a soft glance her way. you have to find your own little light to hold and keep, no matter the people around you. your parents may be your parents, but they were your age once. a family has a way of sinking into you like roots in a tree. you lose your sense of individuality when you have children. maybe that is what happened to your parents - maybe that is why you feel uninspired. and maybe having kids isn’t for you, and your feeling restless and unfulfilled is your soul’s way of saying you haven’t found your little light yet.