She knew that her life was meant for something. Something great.
Isn't that how every child should grow up? Knowing he or she is meant for something. That their existence does indeed have purpose.
For that, I suppose, she was lucky.
However, unlucky in her indecisiveness.
So she exists. Wondering how to accomplish all that her heart feels it needs to do.
There's just so much. No way to sort it out. No place to start.
And while she waits and wonders, the world carries on.
Senseless deaths. Crime. Murder. Poverty. Homelessness. Pain. Sadness.
And her heart aches. For all of it.
Something has to change.
She has to change.