This life is a struggle its survival for the fittest and you have to put great effort to live a rewarding life. You need to make something out of your life, you say.
I want you to become a doctor or
A legal representative,
I want to see you in the sky flying with the birds.
I want you to be successful,
I want you to drive the Range Rover Evoque or the Mercedes SLR-McLaren. You look like you’d have a liking towards those cars.
I want to read your Gorō Shimura.
I want to see you on TV.
I want you to meet a certain entrepreneur. Look!
Look at what she has made of her life. She has achieved so much; she lives in a manor in the Kitisuru Estates. She owns a hefty sum of property. She is respected amongst her peers, she dines with the affluent. I want you to reach beyond those heights.
Oh! How I wish you could see what I dream you would become.
I envision suit and tie.
I envision polished and elegance.
I envision distinguished and renowned.
I want you to walk down the aisle, settle with kids.
I want to walk with people and say yes!
That is mine. My offspring! I am proud of who she has become, because I raised her well.
I want you too!
To take a minute.
Have you ever bothered to know what I want?
My hopes, my thoughts, my reservations?
I want you to stop!
I want you to listen.
I want to write, I want to learn a myriad of languages, I want to be able to speak all languages I can possibly gain knowledge of.
Yes! I want to travel the world but on my own terms.
I don’t want your medicine! It’s killing me
I don’t want your law!My heart feels imprisoned like in a court proceeding,
I don’t want your aviation! The atmosphere is suffocating me.
I feel stifling in your wants and needs.
I don’t want to drive a range rover what was that?! In point of fact, I want to cycle on a bicycle, so I can feel the rays of the sun on my face and the wind blowing my hair.
I want you to read my Shyko’s Chronicles, not your Gorō Shimura.
Oh! How I wish you knew the passion I have to live life but the life I desire, to wake up every morning and embrace my profession.
I want you to now! To take a minute
To be my father,
I don’t want a Hitler, a tyrant or an autocrat.
I just want a listener.
I want guidance, mentorship and advice. I want you to believe in me the way you believe in that lawyer and pilot. I know you care but you need to let me build my own path, create my own destiny and make my own mistakes.
I want to be my own Icarus, bold enough to fly too close to the sun with my dreams. You envision countless things.
I feel like cotton pants and slacks.
I feel like ragged and free.
I feel like standard and regular.
I want to fall in love, carpe diem! Live my adventure. Maybe one day have kids.
But for now I just want you
To take a minute
And ask me!