
A lot of people asked me in the past what i wanted to do for a living, or atleast where i was headed. At first i didnt understand, at that age, why they would have even been interested. Even though i was a bright kid and just made a playful use of my time, it made me think for a second. My bestfriend and i watch these amazing videos on tv, and we always wanted to be like them, anything to do with dirt bikes, guns, weaponry we were on it. But, somethings just never change, im still into those things. Like i said plotting out of subject. When i hear these questions, normally and usually i would stare blank, at them.. or if she; then her chest. I responded, i want to save people, if not atleast help them. I want to be out there, to learn, see places; sometimes- be safe, but always have to put life on the line.. something dangerous and exciting. I want to be something big.
When i first answered this, i laughed, but the person took it seriously, i had a moment. It fasinates me how well my speech is, i dont like to read, but when i do whether im forced or not (MOM) i do a fair job. It means well.
Europe, thats my goal, after that, south america, then the other contenents. It puts a lot on me, just the thought of it, it excites the living hell out of me. Sometimes i feel alone, whenever i see myself successful, do i have anyone? If i travel, would i set my family aside in place of my dreams. I try not to think too far ahead, occassionally i can smell my hair burning. I think to much, but i think sensably. I dont think i would give up traveling. I dont think so. Maybe my interests will change someday, only after breaking limbs wouldnt I be eligable to travel the way i would want. Again, i think to much.