But I didn't major in english.
Do you feel like you were meant for more? Have you ever watched through the window of your life and wondered, could I do that too? Do I want to? What if my life was meant for greatness and I, being weak willed, let greatness fall through my fingers, without ever trying to hold onto it.
For myself, these shouts of ambition and greatness are usually quickly quieted by the calming voice of faith, reminding me that, to be content with what you have is to live a life devoted to God. Whether this notion is true or not, i just can't accept it.
I'm not content with my life, albeit i enjoy it immensely, I'm not content with working into obscurity, living in the mundane and repeatable. I want to be apart of something great, I want to inspire, to challenge myself. I want to look out and answer the question of "Could I do that?"
One single thing worth fighting for.
I want to sift my fingers through this world and grasp onto the beauty of it, to hold it close to my heart and cherish it.
There is a place out there, i believe it, where beauty is all around you. You find it, everyday. Every second of life, every breath you take. You come alive when you find what you were meant to do, your place in this world.
Some find it, some make it. Faith-reason-people, would tell you that making it is the test of character for any person. I disagree.
I can't find it here. Indeed I don't want to. I'm sitting at my desk, on a Monday morning, dreaming of flying. Of fighting. Of loving. Of being.
Of my Pandora
