que quiero?

If I think about what I want, I have to say that I’m not ready to answer that question yet. Graduation is at the next corner and I’ve been thinking a lot about the future lately. One thing I know is that I don’t want to live the “american dream”. God forgive me if I’m wrong but when I pictured my life I’ve never thought about staying here working for ever so I can become rich.

I pray that I never become a normal person, I hope to be different and not use to this life, I want to always ask God for help and depend on Him. Is that such a problem?

This morning as I prayed I told him how much I loved him and how much I wanted to depend on him. I want to be ‘needy’ of his love and power and nothing else.

I don’t want to be a brand or a category; I just want to be what he wants me to be. I don’t want to have a house of my own, but a house full of Him and others. I want to always remember the people who suffer and the people who moan for help, I want them to always be in my heart and in my prayers. I want to tell them about Him. I want to go far and meet the homeless like Him.

Maybe I know what I want.