We all strive to figure out all these enigmas and more, but I haven't really met anyone who has been successful. We all feed on each other's confusion and deprivation. If only we once in a while looked more closely, beyond the superficial armor that all of us wear and see that we're all a lot more alike than we would like to admit. We're all looking for that thing, that makes us who we want to be. That thing that we can call our own and actually use to make our lives seem, normal...
I don't know who I am. I probably never will. And to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. I mean what's the point if we reach a stage where we can't grow anymore, where we can't change. I hope I never do. At least that's what I tell myself in order to rationalise that I'm as lost as ever, between what is and what should be...
