I want.

Bookcases full of books. Tall bookcases, short bookcases, all kinds of bookcases, in every room of the house. Full of books. Old books, new books, novels, biographies.

To feel at home. Like I belong, truly belong, and am not just an extra.

To be a star, the star, the center of the family. The glue that holds it all together.

Stability, not only in my life but in my heart and mind as well.

To travel, I mean really travel. Italy, France, England, Greece, Germany. EUROPE. Australia. All the great cities of the U.S.

To learn and continue learning, and to support others’ endeavors in learning. To soak up all the knowledge possible.

To make my time here, now, in this life, worth it. To know, at the moment of my death, I have no regrets and would not change a moment of my life.

I want more.

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  1. dominique Wednesday, January 19, 2011 10:48 am

    for what it’s worth, you are most certainly not the only one with all of these desires.

    awesome post.

  2. sleepyjane Monday, January 24, 2011 3:24 am

    Yep, I have to agree with Dominique. You are not alone. I think everyone wants more, and the people that say they’re content with their lot in life are lying.


  3. E.P. Monday, January 24, 2011 4:49 am

    Beautiful post, friend. I want more, too, and SO much out of life.

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