If I was ready, it’d be easy. If there’s friction, adapting, pushing and exhaustive consideration, so much desire for everything, at once, it’s because I’m not ready. If it feels like I’m living someone else’s life, doll playing, fitting in, whichever way of life or whichever choices I make, it’s because I’m still in construction, searching, finding out. I already know, in my brain and in my heart, what really matters, and I can envisage the right life for me. I’m just not ready to live it yet.
