I endeavor to be more. More of a human. I cannot fathom a life where my every desire has been met. I want more. And I know how selfish that sounds but at this point in my life to be selfish is my only option. I have been strung along in so many directions it feels as if each direction has taken away apart of me. I need more. I have been left with a body to live in and a nonexistent soul to live by. So my endeavors must keep me alive and envious for more, because without it I truly shall evaporate.