She says, “I want more.”
“What more could you possibly want?” What more, indeed.
Stability. Confidence. Affection. Unwavering curiosity. A muse, if you will. Direction. Ah, but there is direction. A plan of action.
In the meantime, she is struggling. “Everyone is struggling,” they say. As if to validate themselves.
Everyone in this world is struggling with something, make no mistake about that. But to discredit someone else’s struggle is petty, and quite frankly, weak.
I want more.
I want more from this life I am living. So I’m going to take it.
I’m going to have fun I’m going to make decisions that other may question. I’m going to go places, and enjoy the experience.
And I’m going to find someone to enjoy those experiences with, if they would only join me. I don’t need someone with me to enjoy experiences. In fact, I usually enjoy most things more on my own. I’ve learned that we as a society are far too dependent upon one another for our own happiness. This knowledge leaves a mark on the psyche and it hurts.
I am more.
I am more. I’m not just going to be more I already am, and there is always room to learn, to love, to grow.
I will not judge, for that is not me. I should expect others to judge me. It is in the nature of people to administer judgement onto others.
Ignorance is not bliss.