I can’t wait to be free. To have my own life, make my own way, worry when I decide it’s appropriate and work hard and throw everything I have into the universe. I want to travel, see the world, experience everything I can experience. I want to live on my own terms, do what I expect of myself and not simply what others expect of me. If I want to do crazy things (that won’t hurt others, that is), then I will do them. I can get up and dance in the middle of the night in my backyard. I can spend a day hiking up a mountain and sing at the top of it, out to the world. I can learn what I want. I can paint my house whatever colors I want, I can plant flowers everywhere, I can buy the car that I want. I can drop everything I’m doing and go to Europe, or Australia, or South America. I can eat any of the weird combinations of food I want. I can organize my home as little or as much as I want, and own as little or as much as I want. I can do anything, and I know this.
Even while you’re in college, heck, even high school…the world is there, all around you. It takes a certain amount of apathy to escape the friggin’ world, and that much apathy makes me feel sick. Why sit around, wasting away in the middle of nowhere? I will never do that. Ever. I don’t care how little I get paid at first, what I have to settle for or cut back on in the beginning. I am going to make it on my own, live by my own terms, and be able to rely on myself.
“No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.” (Blake, The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell)
