I’m going to go on a grand adventure someday, this I promise myself. I’m going to see places where I’d appreciate the aesthetic beauty of life and feel so exhilaratingly lost in the process.
I’m going to meet people who have different ways of existing, being, and loving that I might be able to appreciate mine more.
I’m going to write letters to friends and family at home telling them I miss them while I’m starting to figure out who I am, what I love, and where in my heart is the place where there’s nothing but faith in being capable in doing my best with having a life well-lived.
And I hope whoever I have become when I decide to hop inside the car, explore the open road and drive back to the city will be enough to make me see things for the better.
