The moment when you want to taste, squeeze, reach for, embrace, caress, spark every corner of this big blue planet. You want to feel its pull and influence its force. Is it selfish to want a little piece of everything?
Or the moment you realize you are so full of ambition, yet so stifled by it. I am a puddle spread in all directions, which has become so flattened that it cannot flow any further; instead it loses direction and becomes stagnant. I want to be all of the things, which has meant that I have become none of them.