It was morning time, I could barely sleep, there was the sound of wind outside, I was frightened I would never get a good night’s sleep, but maybe I wasn’t supposed to sleep much, something told me I had work to do, “what is that work though?”, I asked myself. It seemed it was possible I had great things ahead, a possibility of a vague future with which somehow I had weird confidence. Was it my intuition or was it the constant reminder from outside, from society, from family, from loved ones, “you need to work, you can’t just do nothing”. Even as I write this I see the irony, because this is how I think now. Was it possible to set me free from this constant set of ideals, “have a house, go to college, make a living” in fact, it was not. So, here I find myself writing about my experience. I hope this reaches the hearts of those with whom I am searching.