Confession

I have been in a funk for the past few weeks.

Thanks in part to Cassie P., I think I have found the source.

Somewhere along the line I stopped asking questions.

The combination of cultural overload, mundane school stress, and the realization of how far from home I really am, all worked together to bring this about, I think. That´s not an excuse or a justification, merely a self-analysis.

Therefore, I, Charlie B., do hereby commit myself to choosing:
Curiousity over Saftey (within reason, parents, promise.),
Culture over Comfort, and
Questioning over Complacency.

Hold me to it? Thanks.