January 5, 2011

Melodrama

I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to play this game anymore. I don't want to walk around acting like I actually want to live the American dream. I want something more.

I don't want to earn an MBA and work in a fancy office somewhere. I don't want to work on Wall Street. I don't to be a professor at an Ivy League university. I want something more.

I want to feel alive.

I love that as a woman and a person of a low-income family that I have the opportunity to go to college. That's so awesome. Everyday, I am thankful for all my rights. I am thankful to be an American. Just because America is great doesn't mean we should neglect the rest of the world.

As a high school senior, everyone is asking me what I want to do with my life. I have three very short simple answers. I want to travel. I want to write. I want to help people.

I don't want a lot of money. I don't want to be a member of my local church and chamber of commerce. Those are very respectable, very important things, but I want more. I need more.

My parents are trying to make me into the things that they wish for themselves. They are wishing a better life on me. They just want me to successful by society's terms. I may seem like just another melodramatic writer, but I'd rather stick my head in the oven.