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This week, I witnessed Death for the first time. And now I get why some people put rocks on tombstones.
There is nothing more addictive than traveling. And sometimes, I wonder why I bothered coming back.
I’ve always thought being a Believer meant never having questions. I thought that it meant never admitting weakness. But I have questions. And I admit, at times like these, I am not strong.
Some people, despite their youth, possess old souls. Others, despite their age, posses young ones. My grandmother is the queen of the latter.
My mother spent her teenage years trying to decide whether she was someone who deserved affection. She was determined that her children should never have to debate that issue. So she trained the voices in our minds.
Often, we think our existence is only valid if we *know*. And life seems to be filled with people who do. But no one really knows what they're doing. And that's ok. In fact, it's more than ok.
Statistically, pretty people get farther in life. With elegance and poise, they get the job. They get the compliments. They get the guy. But that's not me. That's not many of you.
I'm in Cambodia, and I just found out that part of my house burned down. My parents are okay, but everything is gone. And yet... nothing's changed.
I was supposed to be backpacking through Thailand. I have no clue how I ended up here - in the heart of Cambodia.
