Who are your people?

For a while I thought I was traditional. If you follow the rules you will get there. Except no one knows what “there” is. I suspect that for everyone it's different.

So when you don't know, and life becomes so staid you begin to wonder why you were even put on this earth; you do what any red-blooded American does and blow up your life.

Sometimes you wonder if it's worth it. For a while everything is so different it feels like your synapses are on fire every second and there's no way to appease them. Eventually there comes a time when you can let your brain wander. That's when you know, and the fire flames into golden embers.

It's a world of makers and challengers. It's for people unafraid to keep breathing.

Fly away.

There's a place for us.