Personal Narrative: My Pursuit Of Freedom

I've sat for a long time. I've never known what to say about me. Is he like a monk: quiet, and contemplative? Is he like a fighter: full of bold pride, and anger? I've always been curious, asked myself these questions. There's never been a solid answer. People are too fluid for that. Defined moment by moment, we're allotted some freedom in what we do and who we can be. Getting up in the morning is the hardest thing I do every day. I can't see how easy it is for some. And once I'm up, on my feet, off my ass, there's a fever in my legs that compel them to move. I hate the term, "trying to figure it out". The phrase is usually thrust on the young and uninspired in between jobs or schools. I never needed to figure it out. I knew from the start