I want out of the labels.
I don’t want my whole life crammed into a single word.
A story.
I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that’s not on the map.
A real adventure.
A mystery.
A blank.
Unknown.
Undefined.
We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are.
Sane or insane.
Saints or sex addicts.
Heroes or victims.
Letting history tell us how good or bad we are.
Letting our past decide our future.
Or we can decide for ourselves.
And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
It's you who to blame for your miserable life, not others.
Because all along, you have choice.
