It's been such a weird life. I keep thinkin, what a weird month, what a weird year, but it's been a weird life. I don't know if anyone feels that they're living a normal or at least predictable life. I don't know who or where I'll be in a few weeks, months, or years. I couldn't have imagined being where I am now. In some ways it stops me in my tracks. Why do I want to plan anything at all knowing my plans will never really work out? But they lead me somewhere, and it's along of journey that I realize I didn't want to meet my goals. Maybe it's a consequence of being too young to know much or of living at a strange time where jobs have always been scarce and information is so over abundant it's hard to know what's real anymore. We went from a time when it could be hard to find ways to know what's going on in the world from the lack of information outlets, to having too many ways outlets with a lot of opposing information. How does anyone know what's real? And I think about it, as not just confused about the world around us, but also confused about the world inside us. I don't know what's right for me, and yet shouldn't I have all the information about myself? No. Because each individual is more than a sole intity but a connection to the environment. We do not move through the world, but with it. I hope the more I understand about it, the more I understand myself as a living, breathing thing.