Words.

Want?

In life, people can't help but to be materialistic, they can't control themselves. Some people claim that money and objects don't mean anything to them, but they do. People, all people, work towards something. They have a dream or an ambition or a simple state that they strive towards. They put all of their time and all of their money into making this happen; into reaching their goal. They work countless hours and do soul draining jobs all so that they can get what they want at the end of it.

Some people strive for fame, to be noticed and successful, some people strive for a family and a secure career and a house and a life filled with love and happiness. Some strive for the thrill of the chase; they strive for adventure and adrenaline rushes and a life of risks.

I was different. Every single one of those things, I didn't want any of those lives. I didn't want to be famous, I didn't want to be living a life of risk and I definitely didn't want a family. I didn't know what I wanted, I didn't want materialistic things or a heart warming family, I just wanted me, I just wanted my own life and my won ideologies to fit into the perspective of society, maybe if I was lucky enough, I could leave my ideas as an impression onto others.

I think I wanted something completely different and totally undiscovered and new. Looking back, I think I wanted something that resembled a life that was unattainable and unheard of, that was my strive, it still is.