So I have come to the conclusion that life sort of makes itself up as you go. It makes no difference that you had huge plans, or that you are making an above average income, or that you have built a name for yourself in neon lights. None of that matters.

Every future move is based on a hypothesized feeling, the feeling that this new life decision will somehow change who you are. Somehow, the physical aspect of life, as in everything that goes on outside your head, is supposed to make some drastic effect on the framework of the mind.

Truth is, or the truth that I have come to in my short 19 years, is that all of this is just padding. Sure, money and things are nice, but really who gives a shit? And the next move in your life, where you turn your life upside down and sprinkle yourself out on a new field where different flowers grow and different, new people abound, will do nothing but bring about the realization that you are, in fact, exactly who you think you are.