Strolling breathless

I never knew what I was here for. I always imagined it was for the same reason as all the others. I was breathless at the sight of the worlds wonders and I was happy to see the ones I loved. Yet I never knew why I was here. I always felt like I just strolled through my set paths. Following the instructions I was told. Doing what I was told, and never breaking the rules. I was the picture of a perfect child. Set a high standard are for all the other neighborhood kids. Yet I lacked something. I needed something else, I needed to set free. I always wished my life was like a river. A river is always flowing, always changing. It is not possible to step into the same river twice because the water moves down and away dragging its past behind.


San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

I'm a young, 15 year old trying to grasp the entirety of the world. Why were here, and what are we here for...?