I'm paranoid and disorganized. Too much sometimes. I'm very stubborn, but I'm also very romantic. I'm needy, moody, lively. I hate to be charged and forced to do something I do not want to do. Me up a hatred. But sometimes I go there and do soon. I understand that people do not understand me becau evse even I do not understand myself. I do not need anyone pretending to like me, not feather of anyone. I'm kind of a mix of everything. I am too complicated, but simple at the same time as the blink of an eye. I admit that I am full of feelings and failings, but other qualities are few and lost there. I do not know why, but I can not fit into pre-existing molds . It is as iferything is unique to me and that no one was ever before me. I weigh everything and anything that has the gift of lightness. I cry and manifest in me smiles. I'm everything you can imagine. It bothers me to think that everything is going to fall on me and still more afraid of my weight be too much for my fragile neck and insecure. I'm different. I'm something strong, but who falls apart when finds water.
I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go to Delhi, go to Saigon, go to Bangkok, go to Kenya. Have your mind blown, eat interesting food, dig some interesting people, have an adventure, be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is. Music, culture, food, water. Your showers will become shorter. You’re going to get a sense of what globalization looks like. It’s not what Tom Friedman writes about, I’m sorry. You’re going to see that global climate change is very real. And that for some people, their day consists of walking twelve miles for four buckets of water. And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people — Americans and Europeans — come back and go, “Ohhhh.” And the lightbulb goes on.
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.