Things fall apart easily with me. I have a horrible tendency to lose interest in things I may have held too tightly. Looking into the future, I don’t want to wake up and realize that I have fallen out of love of whatever.
A passion.
A place.
A person.
This horrible trait is one of the things I fear most in life.
Our society is a blessing and a curse in giving so many choices, nearly infinite. You can be whatever you want to be, whenever you want to be, and you can still make it.
Not everyone can survive these changes. I’m afraid I won’t be able to survive the jump.



