Chapter 12: Being Understood

Once upon a time there was a time, when I longed to be understood.
But with age, all that nonsense went away. To be understood... what a sweet yet silly childhood craving. Now from where I'm at, which is still young but far from being a child, being understood isn't a craving at all. We only understand the predictable, the familiar, the mundane. But the wonder? Imagination? Joy? LOVE? We don't understand those things. And now I crave to be all those things. Nothing but all of those things that humans are not capable of understanding. Give me magic. Give me mystery. Give me possibilities. Everything known is overrated. It's the UNKOWN that excites me. That drives me to wake up in the morning with a roar: I am alive. I am alive. I am alive.