From time to time, I do random thing… disappear, climb a mountain, sleep on unfamiliar roads, stay with people I’ve only just met, and cross lines I probably shouldn’t.
I started to write and organize what to say. By the sixth line, I deleted everything and summarized it with this:
Just because it wants you doesn’t mean it’s yours.
Not by choice, but you get used to survive mode as the only option.
Then suddenly you have to deal with things that don't require surviving... and you get lost.
So strange how life can hit you from every direction. You start thinking in every possible way to handle it, convincing yourself that the right amount of money would fix everything.
Then later, you realize some things are priceless… the issue is too big.