I can't help but constantly have this my-life-is-on-the-verge-of-starting feeling. Why is it that we always look toward that next step as being the start of our lives? I've been living for 28 (and a half) years, yet just now, I'm looking at my life as if I'm a maturing fetus still.
A new apartment, a possible push through the door of design, freedom, indebtedness, a concrete job description at work. These are all things that matter more in my life than should, I suppose. I don't know about the idea that someone's life is made up of a conglomeration of all their external stimuli. Really, none of the aforementioned things for which I yearn make me me. I don't really know how to quantify one's self, however, so I suppose that's the best I have as of yet.
Is someone best summed up based on their work habits or their personal relationships? How long into a friendship/relationship do you delve deeper into thoughts, feelings, scars, fears? Why are we all so cynical about other humans? I'd like to have faith (in a non-praise-jesus way) and optimism in human kind, but how does that happen when most of us notice and hear about bad things in the world more often than good?
I propose there be an all-good-news channel on TV. They'll feature award winners, great ideas, heroes/heroines, triumph at the hands of tribulation. Who's comin' with me?
Well, this post turned down some different forks, but I suppose that's what the future is all about anyway (at least the future of NeverDecisive).
I hope all is well and I will talk to you later.
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i like dreaming of indebtedness, freedom and apartments too, maybe we should get together.
I think freedom and responsibility have an inverse relationship. As a kid, I was certain I would have more freedom as an adult. That's not been the case, the major difference has been the onslaught of adult responsibility, which to the naive appears as freedom, but in reality is far from it.
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