i've decided right now at the witching hours of the night that i no longer want to be jealous of anyone else's life. instead i want to create for myself out of sweat and connections and hard work and tender love a life that i would be jealous of. one that is filled with train travels and jet flights and cameras and music and lover(s) and untradable experiences over many wild nights. no more hours spent sitting and wishing, no long allowing the simple to become complicated. i choose now to let boldness and adventure and risk scatter my path in lue of fear, paralyzation and the impossible. come what may but in my daily breaths i will run wild for life and freedom and the unrealized potential of days and nights as yet explored and discovered.