‘What do you want to be?’
These words hang over me. A reminder that I am lost and helpless.
I spend time watching seconds tick by on a clock wondering… What do I want to be?
They say money cannot buy you happiness and, I know this yet, why? Why are we - am I, so desperate to obtain this material wealth?
Soon I must make a choice. What do I want to be? Do I follow in my father’s footsteps, find another job that will lead me to financial security? Do I follow my lustful dream of becoming a celebrity?
Or do I wait. Allow myself to learn. Love. Live. I am young I have time.
Yet I still am the lion; helpless despite my strength. I am the hamster running in my wheel. I am me. Lost.