I want to fly.
Simple as that. I live in this world where I know I am destined to become someone, something good, meaningful and valuable. But right now, my life doesn’t fit that picture. Not yet, at least. I’m sitting in my dorm room procrastinating from writing a biology paper that is due in T-24 hours. I could be doing something more important, right? Well, I guess I have to thank college instead of complain about it, since it gave me the ideas of “doing more.” What I mean by that is this: my eyes are open to all various opportunities out there for me now– internships, studying abroad, volunteering… you name it. I feel like I’m desperately on a hunt trying to find something suitable for me and I want to find more than one. It’s like, how did I ever become satisfied with myself before? There is so much out there that I haven’t experienced yet. I’m hungry for knowledge, culture, and spirituality. I want to go out there and touch the textures, explore the different dimensions, feel the creations and emotions of life. I want to cry, laugh, tremble, chuckle… I want to live, reach for the stars…
I could give up my future career for this. Haha. Shucks, I’d travel til I die. But let’s hope I don’t end up questioning “That’s it?” Now that, my friend, would be REALLY disappointing.
And I don’t want that.
No one does.