I am really interested in scienes but I find it difficult.
I like philosophy but I really cannot find any answer for my millions of questions in it.
I like school. I like learning things there but every morning I find it hard to go to.
I like art but my paintings are horrible.
I want to go to a museum because I really want to see something in my life. But when I am there, I find it boring.
I love going lost in music. But when I have time to practice the piano there are million things I would rather do.
I love summer but when it comes to 30 degrees, I just wish we would have winter.
I want to do things. I want to go outside but every day I am so tired, I cannot.
I love writing but I really have not the perseverance to finish writing a book.
I love travelling. I want to meet new people and places but I soon start missing my country. When someone asks me about my home, I cannot answer. It seems like am just always wandering and lost.
I am in love with the nature, with animals, and people. Every day I remain myself in what a miracle I live. I love our planet, I love the earth.
Sometimes I just smile for hours because the thought of our universe comes to my mind. That there are billions of stars out there. And I am a part of it. A part of the universe, a part of the miracle people never will unsterstand.
Sometimes I cry because it also means that I am just so small
I love everything but nothing holds me. I am millions of objections, I am difficult. But nothing in this world is easy. I am life. I am wonderful.