restless

For some reason I suddenly, desperately, want the next chapter of my life to begin. I want to go out into the world and fight for what I want to do and find love, not necessarily in someone, but in something - something that fills me with fierce, joyous passion and pride for being a part of it; something that fills me with wonder; something that drains the words out of me not because there is nothing to say, but because there is no way to say everything that must be said. I want that so much right now. I want to be passionate about something enough to throw caution to the wind to follow it, and not be afraid of where I'll land. I want to see who I can be. I am so tired of the same routine...