I’ve never wanted anything in my life. I have brief fantasies and dreams. I toy with ideas and goals, but I’ve never really sacrificed or worked hard for anything before. Any job I’ve gotten has been a mixture of luck and…no, it’s been luck.
What was school for me but an experience? When did I ever have to persevere?
What did I want to do at the end of the day, four years later? And nearly three years after graduating, why do I feel like I’m still rambling around, tripping over my feet and reaching in the dark? I want my world to be lit up in inspiration.
I want to be moved. I want to be awoken from my half-slumber.
I wish to be inspired.