“I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with”
People who know me well say, I'm wise, but naive, shy, but outgoing, free, but inhibited. To be cruel, I'd call that schizophrenic. To be kind, I'd say all my paradoxes make miraculous sense.
I frustrate myself more often than not because I do want to be nicely categorized and easily comprehensible. Although deep down, I think it's funner to be confused. When you're confused, you'll always be discovering, always in the delight of the mystery of things. So I'd rather be lost than found. If you want to know me, don't try to find me; get lost with me. Then we'll be pirates yo-ho-ing on the wide sea seeking buried treasures. Let's be Alice lost in Wonderland, Belle lost in a good book, Sleeping Beauty lost in a wonderful dream, and may our Prince Charming never find us until we want to be found.
