I need a scooter to craft my life

I want a scooter.
I want a scooter with a basket in the front.
Why does that sound familiar? Oh I know, I have been wanting one that for a while now. If I mention this to the fathership he'll probably say something like "save your money."

I don't want a scooter to use it.
No, I really I want a scooter because it will be a life that is mine.
That's all everyone wants essentially out of life. A life that is theirs, one that isn't dictated and fashioned. A life created by their mistakes, their triumphs and their darkest desires.

This has been an interesting week.
I gave up three things for lent in an effort to be better.
It's been an interesting trip, since Ash Wednesday. Everything that has happened since then seem to be adamant that my lent is superfluous and irrelevant. I wonder if that's what's called temptation? Doubtful, I expect my temptation to be a touch more cinematic, as I am dramatic.

I want my scooter.
I need my scooter to craft my life.
I want a scooter so I can have some grasp on my life. I want to sit on a scooter I will never ride because I need a place of calm and silence. I need a scooter because without that second of calmness and quiet I just might lose myself in the noise.