THE WANDERLUST

The Complaint.

Why does this generation have the constant need to be heard by every single soul on earth?

Tweets, status posts, blogs, and shared photos - they make stalking easy and legal. They give murderers more time to plot for the kill rather than hunting down the prey. But then basically, the internet made the world smaller. In a bad and good way.

Good since it is easy for us today to contact a person in another continent and time zone. Bad because people think living alone is easy and not at all terrifying.

When others complain and rant, I listen and I make them smile in any way I can. No one can ever feel the way a person feels unless they are in the exact same situation.

I have reached a point wherein my fine typing skills are outran by my thoughts. I think I’m getting cooped up staying here in the same the niche.

Birth-DAVE.

To the person who keeps a soul so rich and creative that it even got me into the field of art, who believed in my capabilities as a human being and as an artist, and who taught me the borderless limits of my imagination - my wish is to simply make you happy even just for a day.

He introduced me to so many possibilities.
He force-fed me veggies and seafood for me to appreciate food as I do now.
He helped me follow my dreams, any dream as long as it made me happy.
And he made me do a feat I could have never done alone.

To my knight in shining armor, my personal cook and the number one fan of all my dreams, I truly owe who I am today to you alone.