Some men they go make their own luck; Others wait for that high sign.

I need to spend less time indoors and more time outdoors. Meeting new people, making my mark into the earth. The other day I thought about running away, but then my dad popped in my head and I can’t stand the thought of leaving him, disappointed and worried all the time; he has enough to worry about. I just wanna let go of everything that keeps me tied so far down. I wish I was more minimalistic, animalistic. I wish I could just feed off instincts. I wish my emotions didn’t have such an affect on me. Being human is the shittiest job ever. My mom told me yesterday, “If I was your age, I would go out into the world and explore. I’d go everywhere. I’d hitchhike if I had to.” She has me thinking. A lot about being tied down, I mean if I think about it I have nothing tying me down except my own fears and reasons to stay put. The older I get, the more I realize that I’m not one to stay put, I’m one to step foot. I think I’ve found my passion: Traveling and discovering possibilities. It’s hard to leave though. This pathetic town holds all my memories, a lifetime of crushes, and broken dreams. It holds my family, my friends. I have strings attached to everything here that has built me. I’m a puppet and it pains me.
My dream: To travel everywhere, take random pictures of random people I meet and random things I see. Write in a journal everyday about everything I see, taste, touch, feel, hear. Call my dad everyday and tell him Perla and I are still alive. I just wanna hear everyones stories, I wanna learn from the world, and I just wanna see where the good Lord takes me.