On some level, I can see how I’ve been struggling for a kind of normality in my life. There are people that have this, that have jobs and families that make them happy. They see the same faces every day, they have the same conversations over and over, and every day is so similar to the day before it. This is what normal is.

I’ve been fighting.

I’m not ready to be normal. I want to have peculiar conversations with peculiar people, in places that I’ve never known or been before. I want to hike into remote areas and listen to the volume of my own thoughts. I want to create a memory of a time without boundaries so that on the day when I do stop fighting – the day I give in to helpless normality – I will remember a time when it was my will to smile. Happiness did not come to me, I made it from nothing.

Everything must be created.