My thoughts are neither here nor there nor important. Yes they don’t make sense, you are reading things correctly. But I hope to find someone who understands my giberish. Who dreams of world travel the way I do. Who hopes for a happy life filled with laughter and joy, and knows it is not impossible to find. Those who understand tears only make us stronger. To surround myself with people that believe in a good book, a good glass of wine, and a good companion can subside any problem. When does my Manifesto begin? Right here, right now. A new step is being taken.