I love waking to a new dream. A new set of moral rights and wrongs. New desires, new aspirations, new goals, new achievements. To wake and find my wants in life have changed.
A friend told me recently that sometimes when you travel you have too much time to look into yourself. Too much soul searching. Too much of trying to figure out who you are instead of just being who you are.
I never changed this much back home. Too much was going on. Always. Too much worrying about others. What they thought. How they acted. Too much time spent trying to be someone I wasn't.
To think too much is dangerous. But to think not at all is too.
Righteous eyes. That would be the name of my band, hahah.
