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Everyone has their likes and dislikes;
everyone has an opinion about what is the best,
even when we are a child we have our favourites-
a favourite toy we like to play with,
a favourite teddy-bear we like to carry around everywhere,
a favourite blanket that we hold onto tightly for comfort and security,
a favourite bike, a favourite colour that can equally make us feel
calm and quiet one minute, and then the next have our heart
beating fast in our chest.

Throughout our lives we grow to love things more and more,
and we can even gain a new appreciation of some things
that we always claimed wholeheartedly to always hate,
because nothing ever last forever,
and because invariably our tastes do change over time-
there are some things of brilliance and greatness
that we can discover and happen-upon late.

Our favourites are individualistic and say much about who we are
and about the life we have had and the life we live;
our favourites are what make our entire day
and can be what we think about and breath every minute;
our favourite person, our favourite song,
our favourite lesson, our favourite road
which we travel on which is never a mile too long,
our favourite book, our favourite car,
our favourite cook, our favourite drink at our favourite bar.

Our favourites are our favourites,
because they make us feel something;
our favourites are our favourites,
because they make the world feel like there is nothing missing;
our favourites are our favourites,
because they make us feel at home
even when we are far-away from what we know
as well as the back of our hand;
our favourites are our favourites,
because they are special to us
and not just another grain of sand.

My favourite book is ‘The Little Prince’;
my favourite film is ‘The Shawshank Redemption’,
or, depending on the day, ‘500 Days of Summer’;
my favourite colour is Blue;
my favourite writer is William Shakespeare,
and he has been from the moment I first read his beautiful words,
and every time I have re-read anything penned by him every day since;
my favourite song is ‘To the moon and back’ by Savage Garden,
but I also love John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’-
and to me these songs are songs that no one else
could ever truly cover;
my favourite thing to do is write,
but, if you know me already,
that would be something that you already knew.

What is my favourite now hasn’t always been,
nor should it ever be-
things are meant to change, as we are meant to change;
as we live, learn, and experience new things and see new things
we grow and change, bear fruit, and take in,
and are a person and a product of our environment, circumstance,
mood, and our emotional metamorphosis that we sometimes go through,
because of something that we feel and see.

Your favourites are your favourites, but they could also be
the favourites of someone you know,
or of someone you have yet to meet-
but who you might meet because you share the same love
and appreciation for something,
and because you bask in the light that something,
or perhaps someone, daily emits;
your favourite table, your favourite chair,
your favourite place, your favourite passion-
there is always an amazing story and an amazing reason
why something touches you, and why something, or why someone,
becomes your favourite.

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When I think of all the people that I have met in my life-
face to face, online,
friends who I have known for years,
some who I only knew for a short time-
I get sentimental, I get emotional,
I feel deeply that the people in my life,
the friends that I have made, who I was drawn to
from the second I first saw them, for whatever reason,
are the most amazing people in the entire world-
the most caring, and inspiring, friends, sisters, brothers,
like-minded, insightful, intelligent, incredible, important,
linch-pins that hold others, relationships, close to their heart,
and they are the best of all the thoughts I think,
and they are the sum of all the most amazing memories I have had.
Having a friend is easy,
being a friend is something that should always feel natural;
having that someone who you can talk to about anything
is what everyone wants,
but not everyone has that special person in their life-
so when you do have that person, like I do,
who you love to reconnect with regularly,
you don’t want what you’ve got to go silent, to go stale,
you want to meet them, to go out with them,
like what they like, and stay up talking to them all night,
be there for them always, and be a friend for life.

    Through the forest; through the trees;
    through an opening, to a cornfield;
    there, standing tall in the distance, my talisman is revealed.
    The instant I see it I immediately race towards it at full-speed-
    ever-present and all-around me there is an energy,
    an anticipation, a focus, and a need.
    The windmill is all that I see; the windmill is all that I know;
    not even the waist-high corn of this field
    can keep me from where I want to go.
    I am like a man possessed: running, leaping,
    forging a path where before there was none-
    the closer I get, the faster I run;
    the higher it towers, the more hypnotized by it I become.
    The Windmill, the tower: a majestic memento of ingenuity,
    and symbiosis.
    A windmill, an artefact: a constant, akin to that of an oasis.
    As I stand at the windmills base
    looking up at it’s intricate sails,
    the windmill’s wheel begins to spin,
    as if it were being turned by the gust of a gale.
    The clouds above me clear; the windmill’s sails are now still;
    the blue sky above me looks so inviting;
    I feel as if I am in the presence of an ethereal will.
    I stand transfixed; energized, emotional,
    protective of what stands before me;
    and after what seems like a lifetime of looking, I finally see…
    myself, my younger self,
    standing at the base of the windmill looking at me from below-
    as if I were now the windmill,
    and my younger self had come to say hello.

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