Life out there

I wonder what is out there? It must be very scary, because everyone is talking out there suffering and in a tone of warning. I still can not be afraid, because I still have not arrived. I do not want to be afraid of things I do not know. I want to go out there and see what there is. And if there is a monster, I will fight against him, or perhaps make the amazing discovery that the monster is not as horrible as well. If there is a passage to another world, perhaps myself included, if it is worse than this, I can try to find something good enough to make me want to stay there. If there is an invisible threat or threats that appear to be harmless, I'll be careful. I'll be with eyes wide open. I am. But I will not fail to live what's out there for fear.

I need to know what is. When I find out, I'm going to see everything from another perspective. As a baby coming out of the darkness, heat and humidity of a uterus, to enter the brightness, coldness and dryness of the world. At first, perhaps, seem a little scary and I end up crying, but after all that I will realize I was missing and never want to go back inside the uterus. When the outside air fill my lungs, I'll never wonder about the other air.

There is a lifetime for me. So many things to see, discover, learn and marvel ... I still have over a thousand years ahead. And I have a lot to do, I have no time to be afraid.

I'm ready to go. I'm ready to live life out there that people fill his mouth to say that is different than I'm used to. They say that 18 years ago. Well, I have news: Fuck the customs. Who makes the costumes we are. And I did in my custom ever get used to new things in a second. For every place I look, I never have the same look, even when I look at the same place twice.

Now it's official: nobody can stop me from living life out there.