Progressing onto the Golden Gate Bridge

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Another Facebook group has been formed in response to the anonymous guy's postcard from San Francisco.
This time, people are gathering at the Golden Gate Bridge to paste print outs from all of the comments posted in the other group, as well as other messages.
This just keeps on showing how many awesome and beautiful people out there are willing to help someone. I'm impressed by how massive this has become, and I express my respect and admiration to everyone who has so far been involved.

Ballads of the distances and times pt.1

Sometimes,
there is just fog all around you


and you can't see what is ahead,



sometimes you can't even see your own hands,




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but you just can't stop going forward.

There could be a sharp bend right ahead.
Or a blockade. Or a dead end.


And you can't stop thinking about it.


Your                      mind
    overflows
             with
                 the
                    fear
               about
            the
absolute               unknown     .             


But regardless of that,

you should stay on the road.

And keep charging forward through the mist.


Grip the
tar
mac

and feel       
the         wind
brushing by you.

Let it
tell you where
everyone's destinies
collide and fuse;

where life begins and ends,
and where you lie
in the event horizon
                        
of
your own       miraculous,     brief  
                                            and
                                            impermanent
                                            existence.

Me acuerdo...

muy bien de aquellos días que me parecían tan mundanos. Nunca pensé que llegaría a tales extremos del planeta, y que viviese todo lo que vivido aquí. Y yo que todos los días, de lunes a viernes, me fui por esta misma calle para crear el futuro que estoy viviendo tan intensamente en el presente. Ni idea tenía en aquel entonces.


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A veces pienso que el pasado que tuve fue malo, y que por mis malos hábitos pasé una adolescencia muy limitada y lenta. Lo que nunca me imaginé es que por mis esfuerzos yo pudiera llegar a estas tierras lejanas, vivir como nunca y ser exitoso. Uno a veces no tiene idea del efecto que tienen nuestras decisiones hasta el momento en que llegan a toda potencia. Pues así es la vida.