i hated hearing my mom say she was stressed on the phone today. i care about her and my dad beyond definition of any word of any language. they want me back in school, but i can’t go back just yet, as selfish and unappreciative as it sounds. there’s more writing i have to share with you, there’s music i’m working on that may be of value to the world. i’m confident there’s a middle ground where they can be proud of me and i can be happy with myself. to get there takes patience, and though patience is running thin at the moment, i’m running as fast as i can, moving quicker with every stride. as i’m getting quicker and quicker, i’m getting closer and closer. i can feel it. although some things you can’t explain, know that i feel it. also note that i’ve never been one to ignore my intuition.
i’m convinced.
-ratha, 10:43pm, 3.27.17