The Wanderer

Listening to Gwn mi wn, remembering the first time I heard it. Living on my best friend's couch for a few months. Memories.

I'm a brave one, living for the experiences, taking it all in. I don't believe in heaven or hell, so this life is all I have. All my hopes and dreams and aspirations are to be lived in this life. Even if reincarnation is something more complex, there's still only this life. One that is for me to live.

I'm glad I moved here and that I've made the new good friends I've made. It's pretty interesting how easily I make friends now these days. Has a ton to do with the fact that I have had so many experiences, so I can empathize with just about anyone. I can genuinely relate to them. Relate to them as humans, as coexisting beings that have also had their own experiences, no matter what those experiences have been. I'm also adaptable and a very fast learner, so that helps too.

I'm a dreamer, and trying to change that is a hopeless quest. I feel most comfortable when I'm wandering. It's when I get settled that I get bored. My unquenchable thirst to live, to experience consumes me, the wind blows and I'm off again. Me in my element. Introspection and reflection comes from moving, comes from breathing, comes from existing. This roller coaster gets faster and faster, and I get better and better at riding it. My brain always on fire, always thinking, always going.

Much less apologetic about who I am as I get older. Yes, I can be intense, and it may feel like jumping off a cliff trying to keep up with me, but I can only be me. My brilliant, awesome, intelligent, experienced, beautiful self. If you can't keep up, don't worry, I'll keep going with or without you.

I ain't get any younger, so I must go for it. Must thrive if I wish to continue to be happy. This crazy life all over the place with no socially defined stability is what I know, it's who I am. I am the person with no home. The wanderer, just like my parents had always hoped I would be.