“I’m wild, young and free!”
Sounds cliché but these words suits me best than any other words in the world.
I’m wild, but not the kind of wild you see in rave parties and stuff. I’m wild in the sense that I am carefree. I have a wild passion for life. I do what I want, I go where I go and no one can tame me. Life is too short to waste it away in plain and boring things, so why not live it like there’s not tomorrow.
I’m young and I’m loving it. I’m on my prime youth and I’m doing my best to enjoy every moment of it. I travel, see different people, taste different food, read different books. And the best part is I can capture the moments with my not-so-handy-dandy-but-very-trustworthy camera. I want to preserve my youth that’s why I love taking pictures. It serves as a good diary.
I’m free because I’m independent. I live on my own. I try to support myself everyday and somehow it works. I don’t want to be held back. I want to go where I want to go. I do what I want to do. If I trip and stumble, that’s fine, bruises and scars are a welcoming sight. It just proves that I’m tougher and stronger in time.