Writing is an art that can be very cathartic and raw in form. I want to read something fictitious, the reason being is that I want my mind to let go and explore for once. I’ve always considered myself a dreamer, but if I am, I’ve become a very stiff and jaded one. Yet, it’s so awesome that I can see myself about to grow so much more as a person. As I’ve said before, things haven’t begun. There is never a plateau to reach. We just continue to start from new beginnings, forever and ever. We should be satisfied in the fact that we know we’re continually growing and bettering ourselves. Yet, never satisfied to stop, as if we do, we’ll die. But we might, once the exploration has ended. Well, the exploration will never end. It will just forever change, possibly to the point that it takes on another form altogether. The moments that I allow myself time to explore, create, play or reflect are the moments I’m free. The freedom I’ve searched for my entire life. In retrospect, I can see the steps I’ve taken towards my own freedom. Most people don’t know what we’ve been through and how heavy our hearts become when our passions are discredited. We have to be strong.