I am not trying to quote, or even remotely sound like I am referring to the atrocious song "Firework" by a certain pop singer of our time. All I mean to say is that there are things in life that you make you realize that there is beauty in the world. It's that beauty that brings you back time and again from the brink of thinking that the world is just gray and predictable.
Being predictable is something I hate. Since I was young I've always shied away from words such as trite and banal. Words in themselves unoriginal so that mentioning them seems like a moot point. Nevertheless, being boring, knowing what path you are taking, and worst of all accepting that path is what makes me strain against the edges of the box that I tend to confine myself in. This may seem like immaturity talking. But the more I spend time looking at the world, the more I realize that there's very little reason to ever stop thinking this way.
I've been toying with how to mold the rational side of myself with the burgeoning imagination that threatens to take over my every day life. It's my goal to now discover when to draw the line between maturity and immaturity. And whether having dreams means being immature, or whether that's what makes life worth living.
I've decided that I won't give up on my dreams to be someplace new every few years. Right now I am just a fledgling, still unsteady on the new wings that I've been given. In years time I hope to have embarked on my path, for the one thing I do know (and as many people say): "being tied down in one place would end me".
