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All That Could Be
At some point in my life, most likely in my 20s-30s, I want to live in a big city.
I want to meet hundreds, thousands of people. I want to hear about their struggles and their quirks. Purely listen.
I want to walk around the city and smile at everyone I see. And actually look at them. I want to give myself, my money and my time to strangers who deserve. I want to impact their lives, be the person who stands up for them.
I want to work at a coffee shop. I want to watch people read books and see the coffee warm them. I want to read the books and be warmed.
I want to experience love in a city. Running around not knowing where to go, purely spontaneous.
But when I begin to age, I’d like to move to a small town again, like where I’ve grown up.
I want to raise a family in a house surrounded by woods. I want my kids to play in trees and dirty their pants with grass stains.
I want pictures of the fallen leaves and my kids resting in them. I want a fireplace where stories and laughter will be shared.
I would love to have a weeping willow in the front yard where my kids can grow to have sleep overs on those long summer nights.
I want a dog to play fetch with. I want my kids to adore music, I want them to feel it the way I do. I want my kids to succeed in every endeavor they choose to take and I’ll fully support them in that. I want my kids to grow up and tell their kids what a good life they had. I want them to adore me as I adore them.
I can’t wait to be elderly either. The wrinkles, the old perfumes, the trinkets. Stories and stories I’ll be able to share. The fulfillment of life, the closeness to death. Being content with death, becoming friends with it. How beautiful that will be. How beautiful life will be. No matter if it goes the way I desire. Having my life in my own hands, that is when I truly begin to live.
