Flint (For the Unemployed and Undrpaid)

It's not that I have anything against this town specifically. I'm just sure all restless minds have this great struggle with the place that they grew up, where they spent their adolescence. It's just a write of passage, I have to get out of here or I'll never fully grow. I'll never fully realize my potential and what I could do out in the "real" world.

This place is just such a bubble, I can feel the apathy settling in. I used to be so adventurous, I used to have this great need for bigger and better things, to explore. I wanted to see and experience EVERYTHING.

Now, I'm honestly content with working a minimum wage job in the suburbs. And that's not ok.

I'm tired of being the one left behind.

I'm tired of all of my friends taking me for granted, because they know I'm just going to be here when they get back.

I'm tired of knowing that this is it for me.

I used to think that there would be biographies written about me. That one day I'd have my own wikipedia page.

Now, I'm totally ok with the idea of none of that EVER happening, it is pathetic that I've settled for a life of normality.

Everyone always says that 5 years after highschool, they saw me anywhere BUT Puyallup. And they should've been right. I don't know. I had a dream the other day where somebody told me:

"You will never feel the wonders of God as long as you are living in a place full of walls and windows."

I think what that means is that I need to go places where there are no interstates, freeways, and traffic signals. Places where there are no Wal-Marts and McDonalds and departments stores and shopping malls. Places where you are not judged by the amount that is in your bank account. Or by the educational degree you've obtained. Or how many stories your house is.

I need to be in places where you live by the strength of your hands and will of your heart.

I need to be anywhere but here.