She wants
She just wants to see. Be seen. To experience the world around her. Not the one on the news, or told through someone else's mouth but to look for herself. To feel the cold breeze wisp around her face. To see the sunset over a shimmering lake. To let the sun soak into her bones before it burns her skin.
The day to day, nine to five, isn't her dream. Her career isn't her life. Her job is to live life. To earn the gold and to experience the colour. The greens and blues of the trees and skies. The browns and reds of the fallen leaves and earth. The pinks and blues of the falling sun and rising moon.
A job isn't the purpose she was put here for. The career that everyone so strives for wasn't what she wanted. The white picket fence wasn't her dream. The next horizon is what she wants. A new view from a different road ahead. That's what she wants.
- JPt (me, original)
