How often do we question, even when we're certain? How often do we search when we're content? Some believe in singular events, I am not among them. With endless possibility, it's irrefutable that history repeats itself. How do you approach that repetition?

I've always believed that what is meant to happen, will. I don't chalk that up to fate; I don't believe in predetermined inevitabilities. I simply only feel that we make our lives what they are, and the actions thereof are what define our course; they define what happens. We define what happens.

I've been called a free spirit, a wanderer on the wind. I always have questions, and more than questions, insecurities. Uncertainties. Even when life feels stable, it remains unstable.

To me, these things feel obvious. Logical. It's natural to question. It's natural to seek. Natural to wonder, and even indulge in such curiosity. Life is short. We should live.

Never just exist, live.


Where will life take you; where will you take yourself?