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Yet, despite this fantastical existence, a nagging sense
of emptiness lingered. Each morning, as I woke up, I
couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
Why wasn't I bursting with joy, eager to start the day?
The dream I was living seemed to be lacking a crucial
element, leaving me with a hollow feeling that refused to
go away.
I wanted to visit Thomas; after all, he was only half an
hour's drive from The Pescador, but I knew that would
mean I'd learned nothing. I couldn't just seek answers
from him; I had to find them inside myself but I barely
knew what questions to ask. I needed to read the letter
again. For the hundredth time!
I kept the letter inside my lyrics binder. It was
backstage at the hotel. I dressed, took the stairs down to
the club and found it. The promenade was coming to
life. I ordered a milky coffee and hot-buttered toast for
breakfast and read it again. The last paragraph said it all.
Find beauty and meaning in the simplest of
moments and know that each circumstance
that comes your way is part of a perfect plan
to transform your purpose into tangible reality.
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