Identity

I feel overwhelmed
with endless posibilities
of what tomorrow might bring.
This makes my stomach want turn inside out.
What if I make the wrong choice?

Is any choice "the wrong choice"?
We have to set the standard
of what is right and wrong.
To one, decisions may seem right,
but all eyes see the big picture
in a different light.

I remember when I didn't
feel the burdonsome nature of choice.
Everything seemed so simple
and worthy of my efforts,
when happiness was
my only priority

Choice is the only freedom we have
in this world. Now, I see
why everyone is so tired and restless
willing to give it up.
To live in comfort an ease,
believing that is what being free is.

We were hungry once
with hopes of liberty, love, and happiness.
A dream many died for,
is overturned
for comfort.

Is comfort what people really want?
in exchange
you sacrifice pride, joy, and passion
sweat that is born from a long days work, doing what you love.
Sadness will kripple,
when one realizes
what they have missed out on.
Ones own self
their identity