What do you do when you can’t go back? When you can’t change your mind?
What do you do when you feel stuck? And its not a bad thing. You just feel a little bit young to be stuck already. You were hoping to one of the lucky ones who avoids that altogether and you just feel stuck.
I didn’t have enough time to explore. To decide. To expand and contract. I’ve traveled hopefully but the arriving is frightening. Is that childish or is that bold?
Is it wrong to want to wander?
What do you do when all you want is to feel the cold rain on your face and to chance the pneumonia? What if you find stability and safety only to realize you found more than you bargained?
How do you know when you are too old to keep feeling too young?