I want to ride on the wings of paradise, a land of fortune, destiny, hard-work, and the sensation of fulfillment.

  I want to spin into a world of nothingness, being a beacon of blinding light in the cruelty of the world.

  I wish to be a perfect creation. I wish to not be seen as a god, an intimidating and aloof entity, but a forge of passion.

  I want to not give in to the temptation of darkness my shadow that dogs after me mummers into the numbness of my body.

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  I want to seem stronger-more capable- than I truly am. I wish to be courageous.

  I want to speak my mind and to jostle about the crowds into my own destiny. I wish to be courageous.

  I want to know more people, to be more genial and compassionate.

  I wisht o venture through the Great Plains and sapphire horizon, looking onward into a land of possibility, abundance, and opportunity.

  I desire things that are common in this world: a purpose, individuality, determination, and courage.

  However, what I desire most is an answer.

  Why must we wait for an opportunity?

  Why must we wait for the courage necessary to complete a task?

  Why must we go against the threads of fate to achieve our sense of self?

  Is human nature truly rebellion against the grand scheme of the world?