Is it here? I don't think so.
Is it there? I don't know.
There are so many places to be, how could I possibly know which is the right one. And it's not like I would need to stay for long. Perhaps I'm a wanderer at heart. I've lived many places; some felt more right than others.
But, home is supposed to be where the heart is.
So... where is my heart?
I think my heart is surrounded by darkness, at the moment, and I don't think the aurora borealis could color me enough. Maybe, I'm not in the right place or doing the right things.
I crave success, but what does that mean?
I have dreams of being a writer and for my music to make it around the world and back.
I dream to learn how to program and understand AI.
I want to make some kind of living on my passions, even if it's a small contribution.
I want to learn as much as I can. To understand as much as I can. To be knowledgeable in the most profound way.
It all seems to slip through my fingers. Maybe I don't know where to start, so I start here. With my thoughts. Writing them out for others to read.
In the hopes for a connection.