That the idea of the blank page provides comfort, but that comfort is really a dagger plunging deep into your throat, suffocating you and leading to a life unlived.

I find myself contemplating about these lines. Spontaneity and being free-spirited are two things I have always wanted in my life. A person with those qualities appears to be the freest, as they are not tied to a specific objective other than relishing the unpredictable nature of life. However, I find a hole with those qualities as well. At some point, we may encounter experiences that will take us to an unending journey to nowhere. As human beings, we need a goal. A goal in which we need not necessary tie ourselves to but rather utilise as compass. Otherwise, everything will be simply aimless.