Moment For Life, When Does That Point Come?

I fly with the stars in the skies, 

I am no longer trying to survive, 

I believe that life is a prize, 

But to live doesn't mean you're alive

A couple of days ago I was having a conversation with my father regarding some important issues surrounding my car. Towards the end of the discussion he made a statement saying "You shouldn't be driving that much anyway." 


The comment shocked me. Maybe he said it because he'd just gotten back in town from doing some work with his job and he was tired. Maybe he was frustrated because he's tired of dealing with the issues surrounding me and my struggles to get to some level of achievement. Or maybe he really thought that I shouldn't have anywhere to go. It could possibly be that he thinks that I shouldn't have a life. Or he could think that my life should revolve around home and trying to make money. 



For anyone with a restless spirit you all know that it's hard to sit anywhere and be content for more than 5 seconds. You have to overwhelming desire to always be somewhere or you feel like you are missing out. I really feel like I miss out on a lot simply because I've always had this creative mentality. I've always made up a world in my mind that was filled with the good, bad, and worse and I've always wanted to explore every element. In my 24 years of life though I feel like I haven't explored enough. I've missed out. 


During my high school years I missed out on the streets. Everyone around me was able to explore what was going on past the ending of the school day and I had to live vicariously through them. During my college years I missed out on really taking my dreams to a new level. There were either money issues or lonely issues. There were times where I could have interacted with others that could have helped take my writing skills to another level, but conferences and classes usually cost money that's not available at the convenient time. 


So with all that said, the words in Nicki Minaj's song "Moment For Life" are true for her. She's exploring dreams that others have to go to sleep to see. But when is my time to fly with the stars? When do I (or anyone else) reach that point where surviving is no  longer a problem? We're all living, but when does that point come when you know that you are truly alive? 


Could it be that 2011 is the year to really wake up? Many (celebrities and regular folks) have said that bloggers don't have lives. They think that bloggers minds revolve around what others do. Maybe this is the time for me to prove to my dad and the rest of the world that I do have a lot of driving to do. I want to do more than live. I want to be alive.