Here’s what I would tell my younger self if I could go back in time…
Home is a string of c o m p l e x emotions cultivated by an array of familiar experiences spanning like time and space.
We didn’t take the time to dissect the layers of relocation; this is what I’ve learned.
There is no way for me to comprehend the unseen ripples of my own decisions. Unknowingly, I am single handidly capable of sabotaging my own objectives.
There is nothing right about death but it’s as natural as breathing.
Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.
Take care of your college career, your not only getting an education, your building a foundation for the rest of your life.