I don't want to be behind a desk I want to be holding hands and soothing wounds, but I want to go home, too. I don't want to be buried in paper. I want to be writing poetry and crafting stories, but I want to breathe outside. I don't want a nine to five day - I want to have my life's work be the simple act of living, and I want to share it with the world. I don't want a job, I don't want money. I want to love and sleep and eat, and I want others to do it, too. I want living to be equated to growing. And I want to give my heart and receive hearts in turn. I want stitch the world whole with the seams of my soul. I want happiness. I want to make others happy.