And I keep thinking about that. Because I realize now that I was right about something before—experience doesn't make you interesting. But neither does inexperience. What actually makes someone worth knowing is whether they're awake to their own life. Whether they're paying attention.

I think that's what I want now. Not to collect experiences like they're trophies, but to actually *live* whatever I'm living. To be present. To notice small things. To develop thoughts about the world that are actually mine, not borrowed from someone else's adventure.

The girls who seem most magnetic to me now aren't the ones with the most stamps in their passports. They're the ones who care deeply about something. Who think carefully. Who haven't been everywhere, but they've paid attention to where they are.

Maybe the work isn't to become someone more experienced. Maybe the work is to become more conscious. 💫 To stop waiting to be interesting and start being interested. Interested in people, in ideas, in the life that's actually happening around me right now. Isn't that actually more interesting than any collection of events could ever be?