Iwould pay the last penny in the bottom of my childhoodpiggy bank to find the passion and unleash the inspiration that will take me downthe path to become an "adult."
I am an artist.
I would give up alifetime full of futile questions and curtains separating me from reality if onlyI could see the light behind the order of the chaos in the universe.
I am athinker.
I would chain my bleeding wrists to an eternity of challenges if Icould simply buy a jar full of stamina down at the five and ten and open it inthe face of failure.
I am a wanderer.
I would shape my physical desires tobe submissive to the effect of material poverty if in return I was given theconfidence to be my own flawless, imperfect individual.
I am an optimist withpessimistic episodes.
I would release 1,000,001 cupfuls of tears and sweat tohave a jaw that is strong enough to relax my tongue in the face of those whomI've hurt, but at the same time develop a strong speaking muscle that lets mespeak my mind to the world.
I am human, mistakes are my steppingstones.
Iwould give the world 1,001 sheets full of stories to learn from, or laugh at anda million smiles to wonder about if I was given the courage and time to live afull life.
I am the enemy of regret.