figure itself out
most of us are going to sell our souls to the companies we would eventually work for. but instead of maximising the remaining freedom left, we are making sure that our souls would be sold to the highest bidder. how idiotic.
as we near death, are we going to remember the number of As we got? or the number of zeroes on our paychecks? i wont. what i see myself recalling are the seemingly pointless and puerile things. the conversations with family and friends, the meals had together, the hours spent wandering around aimlessly, the zoning in front of the tv/movie screens, the holiday trips. the laughter and tears shared, the hugs given and receieved, the hands held.
so as many start looking for jobs to earn enough for that house/car/wedding/holiday; or making vows to that special someone to spend the rest of their lives together, i am not quite ready yet. not ready to embark on the path of a successful career. not ready to give up the privilege of leeching on my parents. not ready to take up adult responsibilities. not ready to find anyone to pledge my undying love and commitment to. not ready to stop being the child i still feel i am.
for as long as i can, i want to love and hate freely. live in the present instead of for the future. and let my life figure itself out.
maybe i just have a thing for choir. or maybe i have a thing for adorable blond-haired children. maybe continuous bombarding does have an effect (i hear the song at least 10 times while doing this for MR). and i thought i possess sufficient healthy cynicism not to be touched by ads.
jacq | 6:25:00 PM
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