I guess that’s the aspect of being an adult that’s most terrifying: you either never change, or you change into someone you don’t even recognize anymore. Sometimes either end can turn out alright, and sometimes, not so much. There’s no certainty. There’s no rhyme or reason for things happening in the patterns they do, aside from the reasons we deduce. So with that being said, I want to believe that the reasons I am right here, right now, is to experience a new adventure, whatever that might be.