I'm no writer...

I'm no writer, but my mind has been working in overtime lately. So many new experiences and friends have become a part of my life in the past seven months, I don't quite know what to do with myself lately. I keep having these crazy dreams and ideas that are trying to point me towards something, but I have no idea what. This post is going to make absolutely no sense, but I don't care since it doesn't even make sense to me.

I guess I've always been driven by want..."I want to be liked, I want to be confident, I want to be kind, to be respected, to be insightful, to be loved". Although my wants always seemed to lead me down a good path, it never occured to me that I was handicapped by my lack of motivation. You see, my wants didn't spawn from something in my soul, but from the outside world. I've molded myself to fit the caste of someone else. In light of recent additions to my life, I've become so utterly content that I'm even more aware that I have no direction for my soul to guide me towards. I know that I'm happy, and that I'm lucky as ever. It's only tainted by my lack of imagination. I can't see where I can contribute just yet. I can only hope that I'll come into a better understanding sooner than later. Until then, I'll just keep counting my lucky stars because I know someone loves me.

Here's to tall buildings