I want to be a writer, paid to lay my mind out with a sea of words that make you put the book to one side, and think about what was just said, relating it to your own inner most thoughts in the same way that Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg have done for me. Like Keats, I want my “name writ in water”.
I want to be a Photographer who’s photos make you realise that a split second in time, the essence of a moment forever passed has been captured forever, for the World to see.
I want to be a Philosopher trying to make sense of the World, abandoning all of my untrustworthy, lugubrious pre-conceptions about life and reforming them on my own, with nothing taught by anyone else, like a modern day Descartes.
I want to be a Politican, dedicated to helping those less fortunate, the down and outs, the people who do not succumb to the fetish for money, the ones who want to live but feel abandoned by a flawed system. The ones who need that little bit of support, who do not have it in them to be bank managers, but are still people.
I want to be a journalist, bringing the World into the small homes of a hungry-for-news British public. A decent journalist, not the type who will destroy lives just to bag a story on Britney Spears and earn a fortune in the process.
I want to be a charity worker in Africa, who notices that it isn’t just a case of “teaching a man to fish and he’ll learn to feed his family over time”, that these people need direct help now. Who, even if he helps one person live a better life, knows it’s worth it, much more so than slaving in an office in Leicester every day for no good reason.
I want to be a musician, who’s songs inspire a generation. A Dylan of the new fast World, who creates a legacy, whose canvas is silence to be painted on by sound.
I want to be a Premiership footballer, who fights to bring Leicester back into the Premiership and has Chelsea, Arsenal and Manchester United, not to mention Barcelona and Real Madrid all fighting to buy me.
I want everything and nothing. I want to be free to live a different life every so often, never getting too comfortable for too long. I want to go from girl to girl, and never get bored, until I find that one person who keeps the excitement alive and tames me. I want the poetic life that lies dormant within everyone, ready to explode like a star that cannot possibly hold itself in the same place a second longer. I want to find my sense of spirit and make peace with it, after chasing it for so long.
