I don’t want a normal life.
I don’t want employers,
second-rate jobs or good paying jobs,
pain-in-the-butt-days nor perfectly planned days,
I don’t want nice cars,
a quintessential “perfect” husband,
a “nice” house,
a lifetime of studying,
or a lifetime of never learning.
Here’s what I want: to wake up every morning,
look into the eyes of the ones I love,
and be surprised and thankful for all life gives me:
the imperfections, reflections, and inimitable love.