The nameless girl had decided to step out into the world and make something of herself. She was ready to do what she had to do in order to get to the next step. It was comforting to know that she at least had a plan, a track on which to continue. She was ready to embark on her pursuit of happiness, and she had a good idea about where to start.
The first step was making a name for herself. She intended to do this both literally and figuratively. In her mind, she thought of herself as "Nameless Girl," because she had never truly decided who she was. She wanted something simple, and something that would remind her of what made her happy. She had always had an affinity for flowers, particularly those that grew wild, forever untame and always beautiful. Daisy. She would call herself Daisy from now on.
After that, she was stuck. Now what? What did she want to do? What about her "track" that was supposed to be so organized, so perfect? She chewed on her lower lip, processing.
She recalled a line from Roland Barthes' essay, From Work to Text: "The Text is not to be thought of as an object that can be computed."
Maybe planning her future so precisely WASN'T the way to go. Perhaps, like a text, her future couldn't be simply computed. Maybe it was more complicated than that.
Ok then, she would take baby steps. Baby steps and a pursuit of happiness. She could do this. Daisy could do this.
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