On the Run (the Manuscript)

What are you doing with your life she asks me. Fuck you. What am I doing with my life? I'll tell you what I'm fucking doing with my life. I'm trying to be happy. I'm trying to find a way to live peacefully and harmoniously with this world that is so often filled with despair. Why can't just being happy, be something to do with your life. Why can't I, when people ask me what I am doing with my life, simply say, well I wake up in the morning, and I try to be happy, I try to take care of...
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What are you doing with your life she asks me. Fuck you. What am I doing with my life? I'll tell you what I'm fucking doing with my life. I'm trying to be happy. I'm trying to find a way to live peacefully and harmoniously with this world that is so often filled with despair. Why can't just being happy, be something to do with your life. Why can't I, when people ask me what I am doing with my life, simply say, well I wake up in the morning, and I try to be happy, I try to take care of the people I love, and I generally try to do good for the people around me and in all the places I go. But no, I have to have a job or be in school to be worth anything in the eyes of most, in the eyes of the generation that came before us. Oh they pretend to understand, to be ok with it, to support it. When I tell them about my travels they say oh that sounds like so much fun, way to get out and see the world while you're young! Fuck that, I will never stop seeing the world. I want to die seeing the world. That is my purpose here on earth, to see, to experience, to live, out there. I will never stop, never slow down. I am both cursed and blessed. Cursed with this life of lonely never ending, uncompromising wandering. Blessed with all the things I see and the people I meet along the way. Tied to nothing, completely free to wander the earth. Wander I have, and wander I shall. I will never fit your mold of a "productive member of society", and if I ever feel that you are looking down your nose at this poor, bearded boy with no job and only a highschool diploma as the only evidence of formal education, I will walk away. For the people I meet will teach me more than you will ever know, and the the things I see will fill my soul with infinite riches. I am constantly driven by my one true purpose, to see the world with eyes unclouded by compromise. With nowhere to be, and nowhere to go, I am only ever exactly where I am. I am Joey Appleweed.