I feel like it's been too long since I wrote in here.
When I was in school I felt like I was wasted, I felt there was this potential, this desire to get out and do something, anything that allowed me some form of expression or engagement with others and looking around in that light blue common room, with the dense humidity of perspiration I could see potential in others as well all of it unrealised. When I got out, I felt fucking great. I could do all the things I was prevented from doing before. I could travel, protest, write, meet new people and just generally enjoy a life of my own.
Gradually I'm coming to terms with something. I'm understanding the true value of patience. I feel no great need to rush and have everything I wanna do done at once. Everything takes time and whatever I seek as a final goal, the process of striving towards it should match or surpass the achievement of the goal itself. I'm aware that these statements must sound obvious and somewhat worn out, but for me they're holding true and I'm really coming to recognise what they mean.
Getting away has in many ways been like an outer body experience. Providing me with a fresh perspective on my situation back home. I've come to a new appreciation for the little things we take for granted, as I'm sure most of us do when we're away from home for a while. Also though I've had the opportunity to change and rectify the parts of my self I wasn't happy with. This procedure has me making a of all the shit to do this summer wand has given me an energy to get on and plan it so when I get home I have no time wasted and really use the potential I have.
Coming out of education was incredibly freeing, but in deciding on this trip I snared myself in an economic net. Where I was constantly weary of saving money. This trip is incredible for sure, but being at home free to spend money as I wish; on important things I might add, not the exciting pursuit of clothes and trainers, is gonna be really awesome.
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