Life has been interesting. I'm discovering (or maybe it is rediscovering) things about myself that is surprising, and in many ways I'm glad for them. The future, to a certain extent, is infinite, and the new findings on myself is making me want. The feeling is quite ambiguous, formless, but it is there. This feeling of hunger, of wanting for things, for experience, for life is amazing, awe inspiring. It is that feeling of, 'the world is in your reach,' so go for it.

Dad smiled, no, he downright grinned at me when I told him the other day.

I don't know where my future is going to take me, I do know there are things I refuse to let go; my family and those I love, but overall, I've stopped questioning because whatever, wherever I end up it will be something of my own choosing. It will be something I worked my arse off for because life without the urge to want, without the will to battle your way there would be boring.

Beside, I like the feeling of winning.