Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Longing

Sometimes, the longing deep within me scares me. This heart beating inside my chest feels like an animal in a cage, trying its damnedest to break free. I'm scared of the desires that I have: to see the world, every inch of it, to meet thousands of people and know their stories, to live a hundred different lives in one lifetime. I want to be a bookstore owner in London. I want to be a writer in Paris. I want to be a fashion blogger in NYC. I want to be a history professor in Cali. I want to be an actress in LA. I want to be the founder of a non-profit that helps children without access to education learn to read and have a house in Switzerland. I want to walk a hundred different streets and watch a hundred different sunsets in a hundred different cities.

My fascination with life is sometimes too great of a burden to bear.

I must focus my love towards the Creator and not the creation. God, help me.

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