Day is my day off, and I love the idea is going to London, into the city, with so much to discover. But I’ve been to London many times,…and this excitiment is…dying. This takes me back to my early days is self discovery, I was jobless, and didn’t know what to do. I was depressed, and to relieve that stress, I would go to places at my hearts content. Wherever I wanted, to get as far as my reality. It was a fun day out to get away, underlying knowingly, the pain is still there.
However today, today is the day I’ve stopped to realise I don’t need to run away anywhere. That was a child’s game. I am happy with who I am and what I’ve got. It’s true what they say, it doesn’t matter where you go, happiness is within you; or is neither a place or relying on a person, by ultimately finding that true self. My parents are no longer physically by my side. But I have a job, I have found the love of my life, and I have life itself. Just by living and doing, at this age, is enough for me.