Sometimes I’m scared that I’d spend my entire life sleepwalking through it, through school and work and marriage and kids and then I die, not having really lived.
Sometimes I’m scared, but more often I’m just so excited because I know I can fill up my life with good friends and deep discussions and nights spent stargazing and trips to Yosemite and Coachella and China. That I probably won’t like my job that much but I’ll get satisfaction out of getting it done and feeling like a part of some great human machinery, working towards some greater purpose. That if I’m going to marry, it means that I’ve met someone that compliments me perfectly, and who makes me happy. That I can live in a mansion or a shoebox, but it’ll be mine and mine only and it’ll seem perfect in my eyes. That I’m living in the age of information and that technology is exploding in leaps and bounds all around me, and the world is going to absolutely unrecognizable in 40 years. That the American dream is being torn to shreds but that just means that I have so much more freedom than I had before. I’m trying to work hard now, but that’s simply because it means I’ll have to work less in my future, and more time to explore my earth and my humanity.
I don’t know, perhaps I’m just feeling optimistic today.
