Changes

I wanted a lot of things growing up; I wanted to have hoarde of automobiles at my disposal, a penthouse suite like any other player out there, and an endless supply of money to fill and olympic sized pool where I'll swim in every morning. I still want the same things in life but ultimately, I want my life to start.



I became impatient waiting for the univers to provide me all these things that I've been wanting all my life. I've grown weary standing at square one and I just might lose all hope that my plan to live lavishly is starting to become just a dream. Anger now fills my sanity as I envy those around me for having what I want in life and I question "when will it be my turn?". I watch those around me live the life I desire for myself and curse at them for flauting it in my face!

I just sat there wondering if this is the best that life is going to be for me.... Then a thought interrupted my brain activity-- WHAT IF...