Hunger

I have a hunger. A yearning. For more.

I need more.

Since I was young I had a craving for more than I had. But not for stuff. For life.

I want to see things. I want to do things. I want to meet people. I want to travel the world.

I have a hunger to change lives. To change myself. To Make a difference that I wanted.

I still have it.

So I hunt and I push and I scavenge and I starve.

Because I have a hunger.