Sighing

I can't help but sit and sigh.
Staring out the window and imagining a better life.
A life with money and fortune one day.
Love and friendship the next.

A life where everyone knew my name.
Or a life where I tried to blend in, but stood out nonetheless.

A life where I am a hero.
An artist.
An actress.
Perhaps an athlete.

Always wishing, dreaming, sighing.
Wishing for more, dreaming I was everything at once!
All I ever wanted. At my fingertips. A world of my creation.

Sighing, because I know it isn't true yet.
Sighing, because the journey to realization will be tough.
Sighing, because waiting for a better future is the most blissful agony imaginable.