A Winter’s Tale

by withenamora

I set myself to consider my options and I ask myself, why do we live our lives according to what our parents want. We live in a part where we believe they only want what is best for us. I ground myself from pursuing what I want, and set upon my focus on what I need. And I think I have been doing it wrong. Because what I need does not coincide with what will eventually make me happy. Yet the signs and tell-tale are there: what I want will soon died off. She can never protect me. An empty vessel will always make the loudest noise. And so I take it to heart, yes I am confused. With that, what is next: Mock me or Help me. The end result will be my final decision