Early in life I realised I couldn't define what is life. I couldn't define what I experience as reality and most importantly, I couldn't define myself. Years has passed and what was once a teenage existential crisis has turned into the driving force of -as I like to call myself today- a wanderer's life.
I'm not complete. I think I'll never be - I sealed my fate in these early teen years. No matter how apparently normal my life might sometimes be, I always move in circles. ending up - humbled and kneeled- in the very basics.
It's a gift and a curse, really. A gift because I can experience life through a totally different frame, a very strange and majestic one, but a curse, because all these come with a cost, the cost of being through some -I'd describe them as- "difficult" mental states.
If I want to have a subjective reference point of view about myself though, I should state that there are times that I think I might just developed these strange traits because of the way I grew up, or I don't know, a mental condition or something.
I need some sleep - I also need to get a life and stop posting every shit that appears in my mind.
