Basic needs

I want a place, with wooden floor, access to the world, open for friends, chaotic and yet pieceful, a place to gain a piece of mind.
I need my freedom, of discovery and experimenting, freedom to be and freedom to choose, to provide and to learn, freedom of shelling own self and re-inventing the core.
I need my responsibilities, responsibility to listen, responsibility to tame the inner wilderness, responsibility to love, and to care, responsibility to leave a positive change and to smile all the way.
I need my path, wild and random, yet paving the way for those daring to follow.
I need my story, the one I have never intended to write, and the one waiting to be discovered.
Place, freedom, responsibilities, path and story - my basic needs, my stick in the ground, knock on the door and keys to the world.