Nice job, Tessa. I loved it. And I felt lonely, which I’m normally not.
Yeah, people in your life go like pages of a book. Your book has many pages, way more than a regular girl, staying at home somewhere in, let say, Arizona, can have. So does mine. And all these people leave marks, true. Good memories, bad scars, what is good for you and what to not touch again. It’s great to have that experience when you’re in your twenties. I had them when I was in my thirties, when I started traveling, and I really do appreciate them.
But finally, at one point, it feels like a constant chocolate tasting. You have good ones, great ones, but as well bad ones. You get tired. Or, at least, I got tired. My sensitivity gets ruined. I know how to get only good chocolate, but it doesn’t really matter anymore — it all taste the same. Cause the chocolate actually does not matter — we create out tastes. We decide if we need the next chocolate or we’re good with this one. And we decide if we feel lonely.
Stop running. Stop being Johnny the Walker. Find the inner peace and your favourite chocolate. And get to know all it’s moods, flavours, dreams. What matters is to use your experience to get your perfect chocolate.