| This is why I make sure I have a backup plan, also, never drive anywhere - just bike. Cars are really just too much worry anyway. If you can't bike there, it isn't worth it. Not when it's easy, not when it's a challenge. Don't bother.
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| is anyone else tired of worrying about who you are? this could possibly be particular to me but i always find myself worrying about how to identify myself [am i a x, do i consider myself a y].
more so than anything, i've been more concerned with what i do than what i call myself.
what do you worry about?
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| I'm not a teenager anymore. It feels strange to admit to myself. As usual nothing really changes other than self-expectations. Other than in the eyes of my elders, I'm not a kid anymore.
Well then, time to get my shit together.
What sort of scares me the most is imaging what will happen in the next twenty years. At twenty I feel aged, at forty I'll be a relic.
Hmm, I suppose there is nothing left to say other than I hope the next twenty are even better.
Quite a bit of me says being twenty means no more of these wishy-washy 'hmm... time' posts, ha.
Enough of this petty self-reflection, let's go out and live, shall we?
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