In Los Angeles, people dress with the deep and earnest hope that people will do nothing but stare at them.
A young and vital child knows no limit to his own will, and it is the only reality to him. It is not that he wants at the outset to fight other wills, but that they simply do not exist for him. Like the artist, he goes forth to the work of creation, gloriously alone.
Try to realize it's all within yourself no one else can make you change, and to see you're only very small and life flows on within you and without you.