I’ve been thinking of a comprehensive answer to a cunning question since it occurred to me 40 hours ago. After reading the first chapter of another of those crazy books I find delight in, I had to stop and ask myself the sincere question: “What do I want?”
As usual, when I decide to go into a trance, I cut off every form of communication with my immediate surroundings and wrack my brains until something happens. So it was barely two days ago. I didn’t know when time flied and I ended up missing a youth forum. But it was worth it, after all. I have some answers now at least, even though none is yet convincing. It’s a total bummer that I don’t know exactly what I want at this age, right? Well, as always, I forgive myself.
Do I want anything? Do I want everything? Do I want just one thing? Do I need that one thing? What is that one thing? For Pete’s sake, what do I want?
And in fact, what brought about all this in the first place? A book? Wrong! An idea? Absolutely. Give me a book and I will thank you very much; give me a book laden with ideas and I will thank you forever.