There is undeniably a certain part of me that I've habited to ignore, or push to the side. I have (very much so) a restless soul. My moods change back and forth, similar to a traffic light: Red, green, yellow, then red again. In my previous post, I mentioned blaming myself for my faults and past mistakes. I think from a souls prospective, we forget that we're human. We beat ourselves up for something that has since happened, and by our dwelling on it, what good does that do for us? Absolutely nothing. We are meant to make mistakes and have faults in order to understand the good in ourselves. In part, I believe the restlessness stems from my being a daydreamer. I have all of these ideas on traveling, or visions of new places around the world, but haven't actually visited them physically. I sometimes feel as though I'm being shaken at the edges of my shoulders by my inner-self; It's trying to tell me that it's possible to do all of these things, I just hav...