It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.
Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary, as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.
You call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing,' and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
『original version. please no plagiarism』