Sometimes I feel like a tourist in my own mind. I don’t always like what I’m seeing or hearing but I have to remind myself that I volunteered to come here.
Sometimes I feel like a tourist in my own body. It feels familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. Like the people on the streets or the lights overhead.
I don’t want to feel like a tourist in my own life. I came here for a reason and there’s no going back. I’ve gotten where I am because I worked for it. Because I wanted it. I’m not just spending a few days or a week or a fortnight in this life. I’m here for the long haul. For every challenge and every experience. This life is mine and mine alone.
And what I take from this life won’t just be souvenirs left to gather dust on a shelf.