All I want...

All I want,

Is to be able to write my blogs,

In a quiet room full of scented candles

Or a room with indoor plants.

With a beautiful aquatic blue couch

And an old coffee table from the west.

And a stylish bookshelf full of non-fiction books

And maybe several fiction books.

A room with a cute fluffy carpet,

With walls painted all white

With fine art that beautifies the space.

 

All I want,

Is to be able to express myself,

Without the feeling of being judged

And without the feeling of being left out.

I want to be able to stand up

In big spaces that accommodate me,

And my idea of life.

And before that,

I want to create that space for myself.

A space where I feel comfortable about myself

And about the things that I can do

And the things that I can also not do.

 

Again, all I want

Is to exist in a manner that I am made to exist

Not to live below my standard

Not to accept the bear minimum

Not to sit on the current success.

But to pursue more,

To work for more,

To pray for more,

To hope for more,

And above all,

To gather the courage that I need,

to stand up and walk towards more.

 

All I want,

Is to accelerate up to my level best.

To face my fears

My weaknesses

My biases

To learn and unlearn.

To afford life and to contribute to it.

(And to afford a weekly bouquet of yellow roses) 

To live rather than to exist.

To be happy and contented.

 

And maybe,

To be able to book my plane tickets to Paris,

To see the Eiffel Towers.

Or to the famous NYC, I mean.

Or to the tallest building in the world.

Or maybe to the hometown of Jesus?

OR to Watamu and Diani.

OR to book an SGR ticket to Mombasa.

 

Listen,

All I want,

Is to live life and enjoy while at it.

And before I get there...

All I want right now,

Is to BREATHE,

And to take ONE DAY AT A TIME. 

@jaelsegeron

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