A realization or two, yes at 22
I am just getting used to living with my roommate and she with me. It isn't to say that there was a period where I was afraid that I was going to be forced or move out on my own.
Two people have told me that I am not thankful for what I have. They were right. I haven't been thankful.
I am sorry if this jumps around, I have a lot of thoughts I need to share before my head will stop hurting. I have also been crying, It's hard when someone holds a mirror to your life and tells you exactly what you need to hear. Somethings are painful when realized, others are painful when remembered.
When asked again, what do I want to do with my life, part of my answer includes leaving a positive lasting impression on the world. I keep feeling like, my mark should be as a writter.
I write lyrics, now 54 songs. Short stories, there are at least seven. Journal enteries that tell the story of struggling, pain, joy, and revelations that have been repeated through out the ages.
Perhaps that is a life lesson for me, I can't share all of my great thoughts and ideas with the world. When I die, .....I fear that some of the stories won't have been told.
I seek money so that I can wake up tomorrow morning and not have to be stressed about earming it. I want the space and the time that having money will allow me so that I can watch tv until I tire of it, spend a day in every corner of my house, write about all of the adventures that I am having, will have had, and are taking place only in my head, to publish my books, find a composer or study music myself and get my songs out there, take dance classes, get Apple certified, take a college math class, go into space, work with my hands and my mind.
You can do anything you want, (the rest of the saying goes) but not everything you want... but why not? I am not asking for much, and as I keep being told, I am only 22.