12 weeks and three days until we're on board a flight to Sydney.
A whole lifetime until I get close to achieving what I would like to achieve....it seems.
It's a strange feeling, not bad. But not really good. I suppose nervous is more like it. Scared is too strong and excited too ambitious. No, nervous. Maybe nervous excited.
There is so much that lies ahead. So many opportunities that could arise, its a fantastic place to be in. But that fantastic place has dangerous craters called wasted time, wasted talent, many wrong turns, and poor decisions, and there's no direction to guide you through.
It's not just me. There's two of us here and it only needs one of us to fall in one of those craters for that feeling of lost dreams to rise to the surface...again.
It's a strange feeling. Not bad because you haven't wasted your first twenty six years of life watching the world do incredible things, but not really good, because there is still so much you have watched and not done yourself.
Everytime you watch, you learn. Your outlook on life and what you want to achieve changes. Everytime you watch someone do something. Every new person you meet changes you and what you want to become. Somehow.
Maybe if I wasn't always changing. It might be easier to decide what I must do. What I must do to become that person that everyone knows. The beyond middle aged person, with unlimited interests and stories to tell, busy each day, happy with his life. But not searching. Anymore.
No comments:
Post a Comment