What is the most important thing to you?
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Okay, so the other day I was sitting in Starbucks with my mate Mana. I wouldn’t consider myself a Starbucks kid, but he insisted we go because there was this ‘really cool upstairs’ – which was kinda cool I guess. And so we’re mid-bant when he hits me with this question:
“You have one page to write what is most important to you; what do you write about?”
And that’s how he stunned me. In fact, right now I’m still struck. What is most important me? I mean, what could I possibly say to fill the bounds of a single page?
I could begin with my family – talk about my mum and everything she’s done for me. Or I could talk about my past – let you know what I’ve been through and how my head works. Or I could just talk about growing up and having to deal with the big wide world and all that jazz.
See that’s the thing, I just don’t know. There isn’t one thing that is most important to me.
To be honest, though, I think that’s okay.
Now don’t get me wrong I’m not some heartless robot with the inability to feel human emotions – I just don’t have one thing I’m devoted to. Maybe in ten years it’ll be my career, maybe in twenty it’ll be my kids, and maybe in thirty it’ll be my house, but right now?
Like I said, I think that’s okay.
I’m nineteen years old, going on twenty soon. I have goals and expectations set, morals and lines I never cross, but through it all, I try to live life with open eyes. I can’t define that one thing, because it doesn’t exist, I’m not devoted to a single cause or shaped by a particular person, everyone and everything is my influence, everyone and everything is of importance, and (sorry for the cheesiness) as I define who I am, I hope it stays that way.