Everything and Then Some

I wanted everything and then some.

I wanted the perfect car: leather seats, the perfect sound system,

        automatic everything.

I wanted the perfect road to drive that car:

Straight highways, the sun beaming down creating waves of heat dancing off the surface of the night-colored asphalt.

I wanted roads: sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, dim or bright, flat or hilly

I did not want to be limited in choices;

I wanted everything and then some.

When I was younger I wanted everything on a restaurant menu; still do.

I wanted the french fries and the baked potato, the salad and the steamed green beans, the chocolate pudding and the vanilla ice cream.

In the restaurant I wanted to sit in both a booth and at the bar, the outside and the inside.

I tried to have everything but failed to get it.

I still wanted everything and then some.

Now, however, it depends on the day.

Sometimes I want everything out of life and sometimes I want nothing,

Some days I want a jam-packed schedule and some days I just want to sit in front of the television, watching mind-numbing talk shows, listening to people complain about life.

I want everything to go my way yet when it doesn’t, somehow I don’t mind or care.

I know, however, when it concerns my health, my family, my friends, or my education I want it all.

I still, in some form, will always want everything and then some.