I'm doing okay for myself, currently, but the feeling of complete satisfaction is a son of a bitch. I perpetually feel something greater in the near future, which has only been leaving me sycophant. So I remain, to a certain degree, unsatisfied in life.
I've come to the conclusion that it's not necessarily even a choice I've made, it's just in me. I see so many different levels of satisfaction in people's lives, many of which I would NEVER compromise on. Most of the time, those who consider themselves to be "satisfied in life" only appear to be deficient to me. At best they share with the world a visual rhetoric that gets past down through the generations of family members over years of time, but the source is long forgotten after they've passed away.
I want to be remembered…
I want to have prominence…
I want to be significant…
But please don't consider me a cynic though. I'm just hopelessly determined. I do very much enjoy life - a lot more so lately. I simply look forward to challenges in my future and am eager to see what becomes of it all. I love the people I surround myself with. I love the life that was given to me. And I love that I love.
I dream big.
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