I want to make my life beautiful. Not good, or honorable, or even flawless. Beautiful.
Flawed in its perfection and unhurried in its urgency. I want to have a purpose-a driving force.
I want to taste the breeze of every great city.-Say Anything, “Admit It!!!”
I want to go places, do things and be content. I need to work out who I am. I want to know my own meaning. My strengths and my many,many flaws.
I want to share in a love that will make us better, even if only for a while. I want to leave my mark on someone, a comforting scar that will stay with them long after I leave,like a worry stone.
I don’t know. I want to make something beautiful happen and I don’t know how.
That is infinitely frustrating to me right now.