I admit that I am young. That I still am a shoot, sprouting its way out from soil. But I do crave to have knowledge of living life with depth. To learn more about who I am even though that would never ever be reachable. To find myself.
To take the best learning outcomes from the mistakes I make to mould me to the person that I want to be or that I am meant to be or that I need to be.
I crave for depth.
I crave for understanding.
I crave for that.
Sometimes with depth comes living on the surface, though.