So I have recently I begun to think about uni (not that I haven't already...) and the only thing I salvaged from that experience was ....that I really didn't know what I wanted to do for the rest life (occupation-wise).
It is also becoming clear that I'm ok with that...
In retrospect there is never enough time to think about the future and other associated subjects. It seems that no one is allowed the hypothetical time to test the waters- one toe at a time. Its more like a leap of faith most times, if not all. Essentially no one ever is prepared for life. Everyone, behind their facade of grace and security is just as hopelessly confused and capable of uncertainty as everyone else. I hope I'm making sense.... As my Grandfather would say; "Its safe as life!" No a spoken word was truer. Life is dangerous, it is scary, unpredictable, filled with infinite possibilities, unspoken words, unannounced love, full of pain, anguish- all this is true and real.
I didn't intend to reach a conclusive answer to this enigmatic subject- and so fittingly I think I will never. Otherwise, life would be pretty predictable and undeniably boring.
I think I might write. I don't know what though. To transcend the comfort zone to really experience life. That is what a writer needs. I think I may be too taken by this idea. In my defense, I have tried to be more worldly. More open to everything and everyone.
I want to be worldly. Then again I have a habit of being too ambitious.
MLVD
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