Planted Seed

My parents planted

four seeds in their garden.

The first three seeds sprouted,

bearing fruits too bittersweet for their liking.

My parents saw me

as their last chance

for something that they

could never harvest

but always longed for

—convention.

A stable life:

go to a four-year college,

get a job,

get married,

have kids.

Their dreams.

It’s not me.

Caught, anchored, trapped.

I want something more than that.

Go at my own pace

without burdening myself.

Embark on adventure—

freedom from these quaint suburban constraints.

Live in the moment and

appreciate my life before it’s too late.

My happiness, curated.

My life, enriched.

Myself, satisfied.

Take the risk,

sacrificing the conventional view of stability;

This is my life.

This is my choice.