What if the world was the only person I would be alive for? Could there be any change, or would I just be the person fooling around with my life. Danger continues to haunt me. My time as my own is not completely realistic.

There is nobody in the way to success, but, imagine that there actually is. And that person is called you. You are the only person holding yourself back. Your fears your anxious words, or your depressed look on the world. But sometimes you just have to jump in and make it, since you are the only one who can shape your world.

For me it feels different. It is as if I know what I want to do, but at the same time I’m on my own. What nobody ever realises is that you need yourself to continue. I wonder though, what if I lost myself in the process of becoming of who I am. Am I still myself then? Or are my thoughts not my own anymore, but are they just send down to the world himself.

I’ve been thinking of this as I finished John Green’s last book, Turtles all the way down. He managed to put it in such way it is realistic, that it doesn’t matter of being you at all, but that you can be whoever you want to be. It might cause you to lose some of the people you have around, but you don’t ever truly lose yourself in the process. No matter what comes at you, you’ll fight to get through, and that is what keeps us going. Forever.