I so like to travel. It’s more than the green grass feeling. It’s the something’s there I need to see before I die feeling. Can I possibly live a full life in one place? Can I have life, a full life moving all over the place like I do?
I need more life, more lifes, more lifetimes, more life times, more time, more times.
I want a chance to be Nelson Mandela and Mother Teresa, Betty Crocker and Tom Peters. I want to be Donald Trump and Princess Diana. I want go live in a cabin off the land. I want to live by the beach and sleep on the sand. I want to live with every one of my friends. I want to live in another country in a tiny village and ride a bike everywhere I go. I want to be a gardener, a gymnast, a piano player, a mathematician, a poet. I want to direct music videos.
I want to sleep in a king-sized bed with a seatbelt on an airplane.
I want to live in the highest, highrise in the biggest, busiest city. I want to be a recluse and reflect on deep, long thought with lovely music playing while I drink hot chocolate and write. I want to have a personal shopper, a driver, and a minder. I want to follow my own path and walk off into the sunset and never have to worry about good byes.
I want to be simple and complex. I want to be open and mysterious. I want to be a grownup and a child.
I’m just like everyone else I guess.
—me strauss Letting me be