I don’t know if I will ever understand why people are so cruel. I see it hidden in an intention that they have or in an action that they do. I can’t help but notice it. I wish I didn’t. Maybe I wouldn’t have this restlessness, this unbearable urge to make people see things more clearly.
Recently my wanderlust has grown to an unbearable capacity. I want to travel around every country in the world for the rest of my life, and have no worries of emotional attachments or work or ‘valuable’ paper. I’d rather be without all these materialistic things and have that life, simply getting by, than living sad and unfulfilled and empty.