Sometimes I feel suffocated. I am so lucky to have everything I have; a roof over my head, food, friendship, yet none of these things seem to give me a sense of self satisfaction. I have this emptiness in my stomach, this ache in my chest. I should be somewhere, I’m missing out. I’ll have been on this earth for two decades come August. Something needs to shift. I need to BE something. I need to travel, I need to earn, I need to meet new people, I need to break convention, I need to scare myself, I need to do it all before it’s too late.