What’s the End Game?
Hey folks,
As of late I’ve been comjumbled with thoughts. Life is always full of choices. Sure we make choices off of our own benefit but it seems as though even in the passenger seat without the choices the things that just happen without our opinion or please seem to happy to all workout. Naturally, we just hope it all flows in the most perfect way but sometimes that’s not the way it is. My granny asked me recently what I want out of this life of mine. What is the end goal and desire.
I love these questions.
They get my mind flowing with fleeting and ambiguous thoughts.
My granny got married twice once to a man who I know nothing about but, boy did he bring the most precious bad ass into my life. Don. Her second marriage was full and short. He died young from cancer but he brought to her my aunt and my mother. One. My twin, born the day after me. Two. My gorgeous Moma.
I answered to her, I want to be on a farm or somewhere where I can have plenty of dogs and children. Also, a place to bring my friends and write endless amounts of stories. My thoughts are waking up to the smell of coffee and music. That’s the biggest desire. To see endless amounts of sunsets resting next to my love. Contagious in love. Naturally, I would mow the lawn in my bikini and have my huge ass dogs panting in the shade as I sweat along in my cowboy boots.
I know in most peoples lives it’s about the money and climbing the social ladder but even at my 22 years of age I can’t but help to wish for the family and kids surrounding me. Money will come just as the memories and sunshine will too. I only wanna do it once and the right way.
I think I might wanna be a teach (shhh don’t tell my Moma)
Listen to Gimme Little Sign by Brenton Wood (1966)
As of late I’ve been comjumbled with thoughts. Life is always full of choices. Sure we make choices off of our own benefit but it seems as though even in the passenger seat without the choices the things that just happen without our opinion or please seem to happy to all workout. Naturally, we just hope it all flows in the most perfect way but sometimes that’s not the way it is. My granny asked me recently what I want out of this life of mine. What is the end goal and desire.
I love these questions.
They get my mind flowing with fleeting and ambiguous thoughts.
My granny got married twice once to a man who I know nothing about but, boy did he bring the most precious bad ass into my life. Don. Her second marriage was full and short. He died young from cancer but he brought to her my aunt and my mother. One. My twin, born the day after me. Two. My gorgeous Moma.
I answered to her, I want to be on a farm or somewhere where I can have plenty of dogs and children. Also, a place to bring my friends and write endless amounts of stories. My thoughts are waking up to the smell of coffee and music. That’s the biggest desire. To see endless amounts of sunsets resting next to my love. Contagious in love. Naturally, I would mow the lawn in my bikini and have my huge ass dogs panting in the shade as I sweat along in my cowboy boots.
I know in most peoples lives it’s about the money and climbing the social ladder but even at my 22 years of age I can’t but help to wish for the family and kids surrounding me. Money will come just as the memories and sunshine will too. I only wanna do it once and the right way.
I think I might wanna be a teach (shhh don’t tell my Moma)
Listen to Gimme Little Sign by Brenton Wood (1966)
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