Sitting here going through emails, books, messages, wandering back and forth looking at old memories, searching for something, what that thing is, and how to get it baffles me. I search for myself through different outlets, even making the mistake of searching myself through people (which I’ll never do again), trying to find a reflection of one’s self through a mirror. How does one even search for oneself? Where do you begin? What do you look for to get to your destination?

Doing a lot of searching has been gradually shedding light on the things that excite me, things that make me happy. Learning to control my thoughts and ideas have been a challenge many a people have and continue to face in their daily lives.

I read through endless of books, listen to numerous of artists, watch a handful of movies and happen to find parts of myself in those outlets, which can leave you wondering which is which, what part of yourself is real as there are too many different parts of yourself to be found in everything you come across.