What am I doing?

[chicabelle16]

I think I'm having another existential crisis, though a small one.

I don't want to be here.  I don't want to read.  I don't want to write papers.  I don't want to study for exams.

I don't want to learn for an exam.  I want to learn for the sake of learning.  I want to learn only because my thirst for knowledge needs to be quenched.

I want to dance and cook and sing and create.  I want to love without limits and without prejudice.  I want to live without fear.

I want to be a whole person, not someone's other half.

I want...bliss.

And now I'm feeling poetic.  So here's one, just popped out, no editing or any of that scholastic crap.

I found my Bliss.
It was in the kitchen.
Just sitting in the bottom of a glass casserole dish.
Waiting for me.
It looked at me when I picked it up,
Stared at me with with its beady little eyes,
And said, "You need me."
So I set it down on my shoulder, and started to cook.
"Hold on tight," I advised,
And I felt its tiny little paws cling to my shirt,
As I became a whirlwind of culinary creation.
I offered Bliss a taste off of my wooden spoon,
And I swear I heard it squee.
"I told you you needed me."
Dinner is served.