Someone stopped me...

...dead in my tracks the other day, and asked me what it was that I wanted.

I don't know.

I've been living one-day-at-a-time, with no discern able goal to achieve. I know what I'd *like* - things that would be nice to have, and have had done. Material possession is far overrated, so the things I'd like to 'have' are more like a consistent stream of intangible elements, for what sense that that might make.

Here's a blast from the past; heard this on a mix CD that someone very dear to me, very long ago, gave to me. And she shouldn't have, because I'm afraid that I've wasted it. Which is probably why I get so hung up on what I want sometimes - I fear that I won't do right with what I'm given.



And for all that could have been...