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"Namaste and welcome to our channel! In today's video, we dive into the profound teachings of ancient Hindu texts to uncover the transformative power of self-reflection and introspection. Get ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery and inner peace as we explore the wisdom of the Mahabharata.
Topic: The Power of Self-Reflection: Insights from Hindu Scriptures
Lesson 1: Cultivating Self-Awareness. Discover the importance of self-awareness in our personal growth. Learn how self-reflection allows us to gain insights into our thoughts, emotions, and actions, leading to a deeper understanding of ourselves and our purpose.
Lesson 2: Embracing Inner Transformation. Explore the transformative power of self-reflection in facilitating inner growth and positive change. The Mahabharata reminds us that true transformation begins with looking inward and addressing our inner challenges and limitations.
Lesson 3: Learning from Mistakes. Uncover the wisdom of learning from our mistakes and setbacks. Through self-reflection, we can gain valuable lessons from our experiences, enabling us to make better choices and navigate our life's journey with wisdom and resilience.
Lesson 4: Cultivating Mindfulness in Daily Life. Discover how practicing mindfulness can enhance self-reflection and bring a greater sense of presence and peace into our lives. Learn techniques to cultivate mindfulness in everyday activities, fostering a deeper connection with ourselves and the world around us.
Lesson 5: Setting Personal Growth Goals. Explore the process of setting meaningful personal growth goals through self-reflection. Discover how aligning our aspirations with our values and purpose can empower us to live a more fulfilling and purposeful life.
Remember, self-reflection is a powerful tool for personal transformation and inner peace. Through the insights of Hindu scriptures, we can embark on a journey of self-discovery, leading to a deeper connection with ourselves and a greater sense of purpose.
Thank you for joining us on this exploration of self-reflection through the teachings of Hindu scriptures. Stay tuned for more inspirations and practical guidance on our channel. May your journey of self-discovery be filled with insight, growth, and inner peace. Namaste!"

“Hey Raz, I got one!” Raz’s voice was cut by static as he called back, “Great! …at quarry …die.” Well, that wasn’t ominous at all, I thought to myself as I adjusted the rear-view mirror to check on the operator I had just blown past. They were doubled over coughing, their gas mask swayed side to side on the ground next to their feet. I don’t know what compelled me to not flatten what I had thought to be an AQ soldier, but I’m glad I didn’t.
I slammed my hummer in reverse, coming to a stop next to the helpless operator. “Hop in bud, we can get you to final exfill yet.” He slowly hauled himself into the bed of my hummer, landing with a dull thud and a groan as he fell onto his back. We cleared the gas, and I was immediately put on edge as my passenger started to gain consciousness. If he was planning anything nefarious, there wasn’t much I could do about it now. “You good back there? Normally I’d stop to send an invite but given the situation that might have just caused more problems.” He leaned through the non-existent rear window, “Nah, I understand man. When we get further from the gas we can stop and squad up. Don’t need to risk lighting each other up if things get hot at the exfill.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, “I don’t think that would be much of an issue regardless. Hey, we didn’t leave any of your friends back there, did we? I know we peeled out pretty quick.” I saw him shake his head and point to our left in the rear-view mirror. “We got split up, but they were running for a car, so I wasn’t too worried.” I followed his finger, a white hatchback cruised along parallel to us, swerving through buildings trying not to eat too many AQ bullets. “Hey boys, Dutch here is gonna roll with us to final. We’ll squad up when we get there.” I was barely able to make out one of his squad mates call out “Tight!” over his earpiece.
“Hey, listen, I’ve got friend I’m rolling with. His name’s Raz, he’s gonna meet us at final. If you see a red, white, and blue LTV, don’t shoot alright.” Raz chimed in, his radio finally clear of the static, “That’s very kind of you to tell them not to shoot me Dutch.” Before I could respond, a black turreted LTV slid out of Said City ahead of us. “Is that your boy Dutch?” I wanted to give my passenger the benefit of the doubt, it is windy in the box after all, he might not have heard me. “Nah man, wrong colour, and he didn’t have a turreted LTV last I saw.” The black LTV continued North along the main road as we cut away into the quarry proper. “Raz, company is headed your way. Looks like it’s just a solo in that truck but you can never be too careful.” “Thanks for the heads up Dutch.”
I rolled to a stop at the base of the helicopter ramp, gently flattening a couple of AQ who were getting a little to close to the bird for comfort, just shy of the battery running dry. The other two operators in the hatchback slid to a stop just down the hill from us. I got out of the hummer, a tad worried that my good fortune was about to come to an end at the hands of these fellas. As they ran up the hill, the notification finally popped. I accepted and ran down the hill to grab the hatchback, breathing a sigh of relief. “Wait, where you goin’ Dutch?” One of my clients called out. “Raz and I will run interference while we wait for the chopper to take off. Any AQ or unfriendly operators are gonna have to go through us.” “You keep talking about this Raz guy, but I’ve yet to see anyone other than that black LTV.” Almost on queue, a black LTV flew up the hill narrowly missing my hatchback. My clients went into a frenzy. “Operators pushing us! Take ‘em down!” The LTV spun in the sand in front of me, a glorious and perfectly oiled moustache glinting in the Al Mazrah sun. “Hold your fire! It’s Raz!” I called from below my clients. I sent an invite to him which he had hopped out and accepted faster than any of these guys could pull the trigger. “You see the operator that was in that earlier?” Raz shook his head, “No, I pulled up on it and they were gone. Must be out on foot somewhere.”
With 5 seconds left on the clock, there wasn’t enough time to go find them, our clients now panicking as they realized we weren’t on the bird. “What are you two doing?!” They shouted from the air as we waved goodbye. “Al Mazrah is our home gentlemen. That bird was never meant for us.” I gave Raz a pat on the shoulder as the gas rapidly approached, another successful day had come to a close.
The clack of a Kastov charging handle was almost unmistakable. We both turned to see the operator from the LTV standing there, rifle honed on us. “Well shit.” Their rifle dropped towards the dirt as they looked back over their shoulder at the nearly out of sight exfill chopper. They pushed through us, wandering towards the North side of the quarry. Raz and I locked eyes, shrugging in unison. That was one of those moments where we really wouldn’t have blamed them for their decision, whatever it might have been. “We better get back to HQ, Compton said I.T dropped off something for you.” Raz said as the gas engulfed us.
“I’m going back to the island boss.” My hands were shaking as I gripped the file folder that I.T had left for me. “Twitch.” “He’s back, it took him a bit, but he’s managed to re-take the castle and hunker down since we last saw him. And if he’s back then we might finally be able to get some proper intel on those blue tracers, direct from the source.” I handed the folder to Raz. He took it, turning to no doubt address the rest of the crew. I grabbed his shoulder, stopping him before he could speak. “Not everybody, not this time. They’ve doubled the defences; we’d be walking into a slaughterhouse.” “Well, you can’t go in there alone, we look out for our own Dutch, you know that.” Raz’s brow tightened, I could tell he was already trying to figure out what my plan was. “I’m bringing Maze and Alex. They’ll provide sniper cover while I infiltrate the castle. I still have my old uniform. As long as they haven’t drastically changed up their callsigns, I should be able to get in undetected.” I could tell Raz wasn’t convinced. “Dutch, like you said, you’d be walking into a slaughterhouse. How does you going in solo make that any better.” “After what happened in the complex…I’m not putting anyone else at risk, I can’t. The Bomb Maker…Twitch, I’ve gotta face him myself. Look him in the eyes so he knows I crawled out of Hell to drag him back down there.” “Alright, I couldn’t really stop you if I wanted to, could I?” Raz shrugged. “No, not unless you shot me, and honestly, I’d take those odds.” I punched his shoulder and started heading for the breakroom to grab Maze and Alex. “You keep that up I’ll be moving you back out to that sea can of yours.” Raz smirked.
The locks took a bit of fighting to get open. While this footlocker had only been on Ashika Island for a few months, the constant spray of salt water had worn away what little integrity it once had. The black uniform, emblazoned with the Rook and Spade of Shadow Company, was still in excellent condition, save for a bullet hole just under where the plate carrier would sit. I paused for a moment, holding it up in the air, memories of the past flooding in. “Not a lot of fond memories in that uniform I take it.” Maze called out from the catwalk in our home away from home. “I think part of the problem is that there are good memories. It’s a little concerning that such fond memories can hide out amongst so much evil.” “We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. Some of us just did things other people also wouldn’t be proud of either.” Alex chuckled to himself as he cleaned his rifle on the cot next to me. I grimaced, mostly because he was right. I slipped into the old black fatigues and strapped on my old plate carrier. My weapons were all still intact too, I pulled my Taq-56 out of the footlocker, running my fingers over the engraving in the side, ROOK-XLIV. I cycled the charging handle a few times before loading in a fresh magazine and setting it on the cot next to me. I pulled out a pistol belt, two pearl handled revolvers, one with an ebony Rook on the grip, the other, an ebony Spade. Umbra Catavae engraved along each barrel. Maze had come down from the rafters now, a look of mixed intrigue and concern on her face, “I take it those don’t invoke fond memories.” I had done a poor job of hiding my look of disgust. “No, unfortunately they do.” I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. “Each of these was given to me for completing outstanding performance in the field. I did things I’m not proud of, and I was rewarded for it, handsomely. Holding these in my hands, I feel the same pride I had felt when they were first handed to me. It makes me sick.” I strapped the belt around my waist. The pearl handles shining against my all black silhouette. Alex piped up again, “Hey, at least you are trying to make amends for your sins, not many can say the same.” I let out a long sigh, “I suppose you’re right. You both remember the plan?” “Get to the radio towers and start lighting the place up when shit inevitably hits the fan.” Maze grinned. “Close enough.” I pulled my balaclava up and headed for the door.
The guard at the gate didn’t immediately shoot me which gave me some spark of hope that this might work. “In position!” Alex and Maze called out almost simultaneously. “Jinx, you owe me a beer!” Maze rejoiced. “What? Why would I give you a beer for that?” Alex sounded genuinely confused. “Hey, cut the chatter you two, don’t need to give them any reason to not let me in alright.” The guard held up his hand. “I don’t recognize you, let’s see your I.D.” I held up my old I.D card. “Well I’ll be damned, look who crawled out if his grave.” He pulled my mask down to confirm. “You look pretty good for a corpse, though your I.D card is out of regulation. You might want to stop by the I.T guy to get a new one made.” “Thanks, I’ll head right over.” The first thought that came to my mind was Bob. There’s no way he still worked for these assholes, is there.
“You used your old I.D?! You mad man!” Maze cackled over the radio. “Ok, I’ll admit, this wasn’t my greatest plan. I honestly thought they’d just capture me after seeing who I was.” Alex cut me off, “Go with the flow I suppose.” “Spade-499 up one-two.” The local radio channel began to drown out my squad’s comms. “Rook-3468 down one-one” “This is some odd radio traffic Dutch.” Alex quipped. I watched as a Shadow Company mercenary approached a stairwell, each step primed and ready to pop a leg off whichever unfortunate soul chose to ascend. “Spade-5454 up one-two.” “It’s how they know to deactivate the traps.” I whispered into our secure line. I approached the same stairwell. “Rook-44 up one-two.” I could hear the traps audibly click off. The guard at the to put his hand out as I reached the top step. “Sorry, no ghosts allowed on the second floor.” “Ghost? What…” He bent over laughing. “I’m just messing with you man. They said you died holding off the ULF while Bob and Twitch escaped, going out in a blaze of glory. Clearly, they didn’t have their facts straight. Glad to have you back.” I’m glad I had the balaclava on because I was struggling to hide my confusion. Last I checked I was the scape goat for the largest backstab in Shadow Company history, not a hero. I was never a hero when I worked for them. “I take it you are going to see the boss, call up two-zero, we don’t want people to be just guess on the fly, just in case someone tries to sneak in.” If only he knew.
“We don’t have eyes up there Dutch. Whatever happens, you’re on your own.” I could hear a tinge of worry in Alex’s voice. “Just make sure whoever is in here doesn’t get reinforcements.” “You got it!” Alex and Maze both called out in unison. “Jinx, you owe me another beer.” “There’s free beer at headquarters, why would I owe you a beer for that.” Alex called back clearly still confused. “Radio silence please. I’ve got a rat to kill.” I took a deep breath, pulling my Bryson from its sheath, the chrome exterior brushed over with a dull grey to blend in. “Rook-44 up two-zero.”
“Well, well, well. I was wondering when I’d see you again after our last encounter. Urzikstan and Al Mazrah clearly hadn’t kicked your ass enough so you decided to come crawling back to me for another round.” The traps clicked off. “Come on up, I’ve been looking forward to this.” I slowly ascended, keeping my Bryson trained at the top of the stairs, my eyes scanning each stair for an actual trap. As I crested the stairwell, my eyes were immediately drawn to him. His back turned to me, Trophy Systems whirring and clicking around him. “I missed you Dutch. Well, the old you. The one that would shoot through a hostage just to prove a point, the one that would dangle captives from buildings by their collar until they squawked like a bird, and then still dropped them anyways. I miss the Dutch that smoked Keller because his gas mask worked and yours didn’t when we those crazy Russian’s tried to hit us with mustard gas. I still get a little nauseous when I think about you peeling his face out of there.” “I’ve changed Twitch, I’ve moved past all that. I found a calling that doesn’t require me to be a conniving bastard.” Twitch laughed as he turned around, his hands empty. I kept my Bryson trained on him. “That’s what you think I am huh? I prefer shrewd businessman, but if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” He walked to one of the barred windows. “You really think what you and those taxi driving hooligans are doing matters?” “Clearly it does, or you and the Chemist wouldn’t be working so hard to sabotage us.” I took a few steps towards him. “Well, I suppose it matters to one of us. The Chemist and Raz go way back, but you know that. What I care about is the money, and I get a lot of money for helping that crazy bastard try to wipe out your little band of Merry Men.” “And Women. This guy just loves the sound of his own voice. Can I remove his head already? He’s looking right at me, practically begging me to pull the trigger.” I could hear the contempt in Maze’s voice. Twitch always did love a monologue. “You can still fix your mistakes Twitch. Gives us what info you have on those tracers of yours and I might consider not killing you.” I snarled. “When you went soft Dutch, you lost any respect I might have had for you. We are long past the point where you can intimidate me. Besides, any info I did have, is with the Chemist. He paid a handsome sum to get the formula, and really, it was becoming a logistical nightmare to ship enough of those little blue gems across the sea. Better for everyone to have it made close to the front lines.”
“Spade-101 up two-zero.” Bob’s voice cut through the tension. “Well I’ll be, it looks like we are gonna have a little family reunion.” Bob’s head poked up the stairs, “Hey boss, another server bank has shorted out from the sea air, I told you we should invest in better waterproofing the housings but if you still…” He trailed off as I dropped my Bryson, the sling catching it just before it hit the ground, and drawing my two revolvers. “Oh, hey Dutch. Nice to see you too.” Bob stammered. I cocked the hammer on each one, keeping one trained on each of my old squad mates. “Really Bob? Really! I understand you sticking around the day of the heist. But now? After everything that Shadow Company has done to these countries. To its own people.” Before he could respond, a siren blared over the intercom system. “Defensive positions! Hostile operators have breached the perimeter.” “Dutch you’ve got six operators approaching the castle, I think it’s time to bounce.” Maze was drowned out by her own gun fire, her Signal .50 raining death into the courtyard. “Looks like our time is up here Dutch. Since you clearly don’t have los cojones to pull the trigger, you might as well see yourself out, and let me and my men handle this.”
“Fuck it.” The hammer of the first revolver slammed down, dropping Bob instantly. I turned to face Twitch, his face a mix of surprise and pride. “Maybe I was wrong, the old Dutch still lives.” I charged forward, tackling him through the window and off the roof. Both of us lay on the ground, groaning as the chorus of gunfire roared around us. He dove for one of my pistols, but unfortunately for him, I had managed to hold on to the other, putting a round through his arm just before he could grab the gun. He rolled out of the way of the second round, bringing his one working hand up to the radio on his chest. The explosion from the castle threw both of us across the courtyard, debris raining down around us. I felt like I was reliving one of the worst days of my life all over again. I hauled myself to my feet, Shadow Company mercenaries and operators wandered aimlessly through the ashes. Everyone seemed too disoriented to fight. “I think it’s time to leave Dutch.” “I second that.” Maze and Alex were barely audible over the ringing in my ears. “Regroup at the boat. If I’m not there in 5, go without me.” I never heard a response, even if they tried, they wouldn’t have convinced me to leave, not with him still breathing.
I combed through the smoke and fire, carefully checking every nook and cranny I came across but the slippery rat was nowhere to be seen. “Looks like you 3 aren’t thick as thieves after all, eh Dutch. Poor Alex here was left all alone on the beach, no boat to be seen.” Twitch was sucking in air between words, no doubt kept standing by adrenaline. “You lay a finger on him, and I’ll make you wish you had died in that explosion.” I spat into my mic. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
I limped over a hill towards the beach where we were supposed to regroup. “Alex! Where’s Maze?” I called out as I stumbled down the sand bank. Alex didn’t respond, his head held in a tight headlock by Twitch, my second pistol against his temple. “She abandoned you both, and now I get the pleasure of killing you both after yet another betrayal. When will you learn Dutch. This world is a cruel place. Only the strong survive, clearly Maze knew that.” Twitch cut me off before I could retort. “Save the fight me with honour B.S that I know you are gonna spew.” I’m gonna kill you and your buddy and salvage what little I can of this operation. Then maybe retire to Cuba. I do love a good cigar.” “Adios, pendejo!” Alex brought his arm down, the knife concealed in his hand connecting with Twitch’s thigh. Twitch let out a high-pitched yelp, letting loose a round from the revolver which narrowly grazed Alex’s hair. Alex dove into the sand right as Twitch’s shoulder exploded in a pink mist followed shortly by the unmistakable crack of Maze’s Signal .50. I squinted trying to see where the shot came from, all I caught was the glint from her scope in the sun, the boat hardly visible in the rolling surf.
I limped forward, Bryson in hand, chrome starting to show through the worn grey paint. I kicked the revolver away from Twitch, placing a boot on his chest and the barrel of my Bryson against his forehead. He began to mumble and cry, hardly able to string together an understandable sentence. “Save it, you’re gonna need your energy for what comes next.” Our boat slammed into the shore, Maze hopping off, rifle raised and ready. “Oh shit I actually hit that!” “I’m not gonna lie, I thought you’d actually just bailed.” I laughed as she helped Alex to his feet. “You still go those claymores?” I asked Maze as Twitch continued to writhe in panic under my boot. “You wanted the old Dutch, eh Twitch. Ask and you shall receive.” Maze handed me the claymores, while Alex kept sidearm pointed at Twitch. I planted 4 around him, just far enough away that they wouldn’t go off unless he moved. I drew one of my revolvers, popping the cylinder out and emptying all but one round. I gave the cylinder a spin before flicking it closed. I tossed the revolver at Twitch. “Don’t waste that on me. You’ll only regret it in about an hour.” I took my other revolver, and hurled it towards the sea, the pearl grip glinting in the sun as it spun through the air, disappearing into the crashing waves. “Good riddance.” I sighed, that chapter of my life finally ended. Twitch was silent, his whimpering now just deep, laboured breathing. I turned back before I stepped onto the boat, watching as his hand slowly moved to the pistol in the sand next to him. “Well played Dutch, well played.”

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Burgundy's immense star fleet stood ready for battle. Warships glittered in the darkness of space, ready to unleash their destructive power on any enemy that stood in their way. Aboard one of the flagships, Captain Ethan Reynolds prepared to lead his men into the coming confrontation.
The crew was tense but determined. They knew they were on a mission of conquest, but many wondered if violence was really necessary. In their hearts, they longed for a future where humanity and alien species could coexist in peace and harmony.
The fleet was advancing toward the unknown star system, with active sensors and scans for any sign of life. As they moved deeper into enemy territory, they were met with fierce resistance from the alien ships.
Space battles raged in a burst of energy and fire. The Burgundy ships fought with skill and determination, using their advanced weapons and strategic tactics to overcome their opponents. However, they were also suffering significant losses, reminding them of the high cost of war.
Meanwhile, back on the flagship, Captain Reynolds was struggling internally. As he witnessed the fighting and contemplated the damage inflicted on both sides, he began to question the intentions of the Sidereal Empire. Was this bloodshed really necessary? Was there any chance of reaching a peaceful resolution?
During a brief lull in the battle, Captain Reynolds addressed his team. He expressed his doubts and shared his desire to find a way to avoid further bloodshed. He proposed a mission of diplomacy and negotiation amid the conflict, hoping to open a channel of communication with the alien species and seek a peaceful solution.
The tension was palpable on the bridge of the Burgundy flagship after Captain Ethan Reynolds had proposed a peaceful solution amidst the chaos of battle, seeking to avoid further bloodshed and open a path to peace. However, before the voices of his crew could voice their opinions, a "legionarius" burst onto the scene.
The "legionarius" was an elite soldier, a loyal follower of Emperor Alioes, and charged with enforcing orders at any cost. Without a word, he approached Captain Reynolds and, in one swift movement, drew the pistol from his waistband and pointed it directly at the captain.
Silence filled the room as the crew watched in horror. The "legionarius" held his gun in a steady hand, his face impassive and his eyes full of determination.
"Treason," pronounced the "legionarius" in a cold and merciless voice. "The orders of His Majesty the Emperor are clear and I will not tolerate deviations from them."
The captain, despite the imminent threat, maintained his composure. His eyes reflected his conviction and his desire for a world without further violence. "I do not seek to betray the Empire," he replied in a firm voice. "I only wish to find a solution that avoids further suffering for all species involved."
Before the captain could continue, a shot echoed across the bridge. The projectile impacted directly into Captain Reynolds' head, taking his life instantly. The crew was in shock, taking in the cruel reality they had witnessed.
The "legionarius" lowered his weapon and addressed the crew in an authoritative voice. "Acts of high treason will not be tolerated," he declared. "Remember your loyalty to the Emperor and carry out his orders without question. Violence is the only path to greatness for Burgundy's Empire."
The chapter concludes with the crew stunned and silenced by the brutal act witnessed. The shadow of Emperor Alioes and his iron grip on Burgundy's Empire looms over them.
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In the next chapter, the story will unfold from the perspective of an alien ambassador, exploring the consequences of this act and the continuation of the conflict.

I wonder if Taylor had not passed if this album on a whole would be the same in overall tone and mood. Obviously not exactly the same - but losing a parent, especially your mother, is one of the most emotional and impactful moments in one’s life. I lost my mother this March to cancer - we were incredibly close, and all in all I’ve handled everything well - but this album has opened up some channels of emotion that I wasn’t intentionally blocking, but apparently needed releasing. I think Dave has been mindful of his mortality for a while, you see it in lyrics - it happens as you get older. But the lesson I learned through my grief is too run into life’s storms head on and not away from them, in the center of them there is true wisdom and peace. I think this album is a reflection of some deep spiritual and internal growth for him, and hopefully it can be just that for anyone sharing the same journey

New video released! This is a calming, relaxing,meditative sleep music video! Be sure to check out my YouTube channel for more great peaceful music videos! Enjoy [08:00]

New video released! This is a calming, relaxing,meditative sleep music video! Be sure to check out my YouTube channel for more great peaceful music videos! Enjoy [08:00]

https://youtu.be/8e3emS53yeY This video I came across from a Channel called GIVEMYHEADPEACEPODCAST and it has one video and it’s the pilot the original 1995 one with really good quality and there is also a few scenes that wasn’t in the one that was on YouTube before

I grew up visiting family abroad and doing exchange programs in high school. I wanted to move to London in 6th grade and my first taste of living abroad was in Prague and Italy during college. I absolutely loved it and knew I’d move abroad one day. I moved to Myanmar right after I graduated but 10 months later Covid hit and I had to move home. I spent the first year of covid studying language, taking a TEFL course, and getting my EU citizenship through family lineage, preparing myself to move abroad again. …then I fell in love. I love my partner, I liked living in Chicago way more now that I could explore it with him. He’s from an immigrant background and also has a lot of beef with America and wanted to move. We looked into moving to Europe but it’s way harder to move if you’re not an EU citizen so we decided to move to a beautiful state in the US that we’ve been enjoying much of the time. The first couple of months I was finding it inadequate and knowing I’d move to Europe eventually. By winter (they’re grey and cold here) we were planning on how to move out by the summer. Come spring, I realize that I’ve actually formed community here and even though it’s a small city in a rural state, it’s super international with lots of Asian and African immigrants. I realized that I can having the international friendships I long for right here. I love the community of kids I work with too. I think the US sucks but I’ve found people who also think that and have a joined racial justice group and an international peace group. I’ve been making friends here and the nature and lifestyle here are really nice. There’s a housing crisis though and the economy of the US sucks. Also the big kicker is that I rescued parakeets and I don’t want to leave them so I’d have to wait until they die which would hopefully be a while from now. This was when I really started to feel like moving abroad might not happen.
It’s so confusing for me to grapple with possibly settling. Im nervous I’ll be bored but also I think I can create a possibly more fulfilling life by rooting down and creating community, being politically active, and trying not to long for the next big thing.
I’m wondering if anyone else has come to this conclusion? I ought to leave this group I guess cuz it was giving me FOMO but all the posts about loneliness and isolation are making me feel that less.