Some people
Some people want to be known, want to be remembered, want desperately to leave some trace of their existence on this world behind. They throw themselves out of bed in the morning because they figure that today might be the day they change the world. Maybe not ‘cause they want to make a difference, but instead because at the heart of the matter they just want to be accepted.
Some people want to be happy. They want the thrill of the sun on their shoulders and the soft cool breeze in their face. They want the tickle of bush and grass against their legs, they want the cool feel of the river on their toes. The path winds on and on and they want to explore every inch of it. Or maybe they want the feel of a bed beneath them, with a big breakfast to wake up to. They want windows to stare out of, tea to drink, books to read, people to talk to, places to visit, ponds to look over, small tasks to perform in the glowing light of morning.
I dance between the two. Part of me yearns for fame, for being known by others, for instilling a sense of awe and wonder and inspiration that so many have instilled in me. The other wants to feel life for what it is, the highs and lows, the ups and downs, without caring for a moment that any time but the present exists. I am so often dissatisfied because it feels that I can never get it all.
So I discover, or rather I stumble upon, the way to live life.
I live my life by the principle of giving others happiness. I believe in acceptance, no matter someones belief. And somehow, through a collage of jokes and conversations, and laughs and adventures, I think I have become happy.
