Live the life of your dreams...

For as long as I can remember, all I wanted was to be free. It's what we all want, it's what we all crave, it's the light at the end of the tunnel, which keeps us sane. We dream of the days, when we'll be free to be anyone, to do anything. If I've learned anything in these past few months is that freedom isn't only a goal, it's a way of life. We want it so much because the alternative seems so grim - letting yourself be a slave. But tell me something, is it slavery when you get what you want?

I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to begin either. For that is the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance, but even the most beautiful days have their sunsets. Everything shifts eventually. That's just the way our existence unfolds, and we have no control over it. Like suddenly, people who you always thought would be there, they just disappear...

People die, they move away, they grow up. And when they do, they leave a part of themselves behind. Knowing all of this makes me feel sad because I realised that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older and see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened...

I've always liked the time before dawn; there's nobody around to remind me who I am supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am...