“Every storm runs outta rain.”
Yes, I just blogged about a similar topic yesterday, but I had a realization tonight. Our whole lives we are bound by cultural “goals”, we have certain ages where we are pressured to get married, ages to move out, start our careers, essentially have it together. I’m 24, almost 25, and have absolutely no idea what the fuck is going on. I have no future, I have a Master’s degree, I have no boyfriend, but I am probably more loving than anyone else.
My life has been so chaotic, so problematic, and for the first time in my 24 years…I have no vision. I have no idea what’s coming next. Each day, I wake up with no idea what will happen. From the day I was born, I had a plan: school till I was 19, college, my master’s degree…now what? I have been breaking societies rules since I climbed out of the womb, raising cain since I was two days old, and have no intentions of stopping until the words “Time of Death” are pronounced.
So now what? What do you do when you have no stability, have no idea what’s next, and are sitting idly as you try and start creating things? Restarting your life? If you look back a year ago, map the changes and think where you thought you’d be today. I guarantee you one thing: you will have not seen most of it.
So I say this earnestly and with the utmost confidence:
I have no clue where my life is going, and I’m totally okay with it. I’m scared, but whenever this realization hits you…you would be too.