I'm sitting on a couch in my home town. It belongs to someone unrelated to me.
I'm physically exhausted, nostalgic, thoughtful.
Thinking about what the fuck I'm going to do with my life. I don't necessarily mean the career/job aspect of my life...just everything in general. I want to make sure I'm happy later on...still thinking, aware, creative, still with some sort of a valid perspective...assuming my perspective on the world is valid at all.
This is something I think about just about every single day. What the future holds and how the decisions I'm making today will shape it. To try and sum up the things which hold the most value to me and to try and predict how I will potentially feel later on, how to achieve the things I want and to make them into firmly planted pillars of my day to day. It's just hard for me, sometimes, to distinguish that these things are what I truly want and not just products of my environment/upbringing/etc.
I guess all I can do is take it day by day.
I'll elaborate later. There's a strange man masturbating on the couch next to me. Um...










