My journey begins with the openness and rights that I possess as a human, to disregard all maps, direction, history, and abandon all of life's definitions. Such openness and pondering will surely blind me to the potholes, raging waters, unbearable sun and unknowns. But only at that moment will I truly find out about myself . . . My belief is that real courage isn't found in the masses, it is found standing alone.
Afterall, if I only take on the history of the people before me, am I not giving up my purpose to find out who I am? Am I not surrendering my ability to search my own soul and ask myself about my very own special existence?
Maybe I shouldn't absorb the libraries of life so much, nor the laws established by the people before me? Maybe, just maybe, I should breathe in my right to my existence and sort life out for myself. I chose at this very moment to be a unique creation. I welcome the expedition to discover the real me. . .
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