What Makes Hearts Come Out Of My Eyes

This is the thing... I was having a conversation with a girl at my work, she was gushing over how she has recently achieved all the hopes and dreams she wished for as a kid. It was the typical just-got-married-and-bought-a-house scenario. It got me thinking about my hopes and dreams and how different they are from most people. Which actually explains a lot about why mine haven't come true and why they probably will take a lifetime to achieve, if ever. So here it is, the true desires of my heart.

I want to find the Harold to my Maude, live by our own rules and have hot dogs at our wedding.

I want to die with a full passport - full of amazing adventures and memories. And I want to travel alone at least once.

I want to be a part of comedy, most likely in writing. I want to pick up and leave everything for it. I want to experience what it's like to live the life of a dirty comic, at least for a moment.

I never want to own a home, because it really just owns you. It makes my throat close just thinking about it.

I want to write a book - or two - and have the guts to be so honest I would never want anyone to read it. And then let people read it.

I want to fulfill the purpose God has for me, and help people realize that God isn't that bad experience you had with religion.

I want to be normal with food and stop the damn yo-yoing for good.

I want to have faith in love.

I want the past to stop leaking into the future.

Mostly I want the courage to fulfill these desires.

That's about it. Go big or go home!
Keep the dream alive,
K-Fresh