All I Ever Wanted

I have an assignment to write a life plan that amounts to five pages. I don't even have a life plan that amounts to five words. Live. That's all.

I don't know what the future will hold. I don't even know what tomorrow will bring or what time I will go to sleep tonight. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, or even if I will grow up at all. I just want to wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night, and in between do what I want to do (right, Bob Dylan?). I think I know what I career I will go into. I think I know where I will live. I think I know what I believe in. I think I know who my friends are. I think I know what I wish that I could do. I think I know who I am.

I want to be loved.

I want to love.

I want to be successful.

I want to be happy.

I want to live.

I want to laugh.

I want to cry.

I want to scream.

I want to be healthy.

I want to look up.

I want to be better.

I want to be me.

"I must learn to love the fool in me. The one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries."

-Theodore Isaac Rubin