Sometimes I find myself observing so much at once
That I become so suddenly aware
How have we as a people become so organized?
Why am I so accepting of my life, this endeavor to prepare just to get a job and raise a family?
I was taught to be content with that
And to worry if that was not what I wanted.
I'm supposed to crave a life that is organized, successful, and long.
However
That is not what I want.
I want a mess of a life
Excitement and endless wondering of what tomorrow will bring me
Beautiful uncertainty