I have known people that have had it all, and in a time of my life never wanted for anything. I did not like myself then, as I lived a very limited existence. A need to fill a void that could never be filled and only wanting to fill it with material possessions.
Ever since I as a kid, I never wanted to be rich or have the best of anything in the world. I just wanted a few really true friends and job I loved. I'm still working on these things to this day, but it's all I really want.
To me, my dreams are huge, but they're actually...
I used to think that I wanted it all, that I needed it all... fame and fortune, because I firmly believed that to have a future I needed that.
But it wasn't really long before I realized this wasn't the case.
And the main thing I feel is relief... I don't need all that much to...
Why do I want it all?
The only all I'd like - note I ever do wants people - are good friends, enough money to live by and peace - everything else isn't necessary. I get zilch from it.
If that makes me weird so what? It's the kind of weird that makes sense to me.
Be me. A woman.
For good or bad. for everyday ups and downs, smiles and frowns, hopes and desires, happy and sad.
Live everyday as a gift as who I truly am in my heart of hearts.
I don't want it all. I just want to be.
Apparently I am unambitious. But I don't want a lot. I want a pretty house thats warm and comfy, a nice job where I can help people, maybe get published, go to see the world and then live the rest of my life happy with my man. Maybe a dog. Maybe a carport so my car doesn't always...