A Rant about "Full Potential"

My mind gets carried away and my hand just follows.

I wish I had the guts to be as insane as my mind wants to be. When I want to run away to California and take off my clothes and jump into open water. I stay here in the jeans and t-shirt I’ve been wearing for 6 days. I, like every other human being over the age of 9, am bound by practicality. I could do so many more things if I didn’t have logic. I want to be more free-spirited, but it’s hard when I feel bound by this damn reality, always come responsibility. I can’t even hide away for a few days because I have class and grades and if I fail my meaningless classes I will fail at life and never amount to my full potential and disappoint my family. Who is already disappointed by me somewhat lack of religion, even though I front and say yeah I’m a Christian, I believe in god and what I really mean is I don’t kill people so I’m a good person. But I eat animals so really I’m not a good person at all because I could live on leaves and berries but I don’t because I like the luxury of chicken… Back to my potential what the f**k is potential? I could be  doctor or a lawyer and hate my life and have children of whon only one I actually love but then they run away and elope and have babies and STDs and all that s**t that I would be forced to care about. Also with those children I would have to have some a*****e husband who has a mistress or two at work which is why he always goes on business trips that increase exponentially for a year until he doesn’t come home again and I’m left a spinster with a job and a mug of coffee and I will hate myself and take anti-depressants that do anything and I’ll use psychiatrist as a crutch then give up and my hair will be frizzed and my boss will suggest that I take some time off work and come back when I’m better. but I won’t be and I won’t end it all because that would take commitment

OR… the other option is to experience and love the world and go to the sandy beach barefoot and sing along with friends around the smoky fire burning my eyes. Even if I fail to the standards of the populous that’s okay because I’d only be the shell of a person anyways which is why I would rather be a s****y artist or poet or sell ice cream with bits of philosophy tucked in the bottom of the cone ANYDAY than live up to my “full potential”

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[bluessadmood]

you know the song ..I did it my way..God how I loved Franky do it....i ran home i loved ..i failed ..i walked the streets alone ..i slept in the cold ..i froze..i lived so many moments of sadness and then there was lots of joy..seen lots of bitterness..i did it all the hard way but i was so happy because i did it my ways..God..Sinatra..how beautiful you say it..I DID IT MY WAY
wonderful write..