To love, to hate, to cry, to laugh, is to be alive.
Lately I have been having many f*ck I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life‘ kinda moments. Everyone I seem to speak to has a plan. They’ve figured out what they want to be doing, where they want to go, or the next step they wish to take.
But this morning I had a conversation that got me thinking about my life, my plan, and why it’s completely ok to not follow or copy everybody elses. But I suddenly realised I don’t really have a plan at all.
Tomorrow I hop on a plane with a one way ticket, into something completely unknown to me without a clue of what could possibly happen. Everything up until now has just flown by one step at a time, without any real chance to stop and think of…
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