Is it childish to want to grow up and marry a princess? A beautiful and wild princess with an untamed and indomitable spirit? I want that anyway.
Is it selfish to want to do something big and important with my life? To do something that will make people see me as a man who matters? A man who is somebody? I want that too.
Is is wrong to want to love and be loved by everyone I meet? To be bound to comrades in a common sense of trial and accomplishment? I want that.
Yesterday I wrote. When I was asked a simple question many times answered, I did not write the answer. I wrote how I felt. The poor person on the other side of the chat most likely gained nothing from the seemingly unending ramblings of the mind of Caleb. Not so on my end. There is something big coming, and I'm not going to be ready.
When will my princess come? Would she notice me if she came soon? I hope so.
When will I be given an extra-ordinary task to accomplish? Will I be found wanting when it does come? I hope not.
I feel. I like it... and I don't.