We take life too serious
I mean, life is a big deal, life. There is not a life, there’s the life. Yolo. What are we suppose to do with it? What is right and what is wrong? What is right for me? And how the fuck do you even know? Ever.
I’ve made a choice, and that is to have fun living. I’m not going to listen to all bullshit musts and should. It’s not for me. I need to live a life where I can choose what to do with my time. If there is anything that I’ve learnt in life it is that people want you to correct yourself after their guidelines, after what they think is right or wrong, but that doesn’t mean that what is right for them is right for me.
I want to live a life where I can be anywhere and still feel like I have a purpose. A life where I do what I do because I genuinely love it.
I have spent a lot of time trying to fit in and tried to do what I thought that other people wanted from me and that has taught me that the only thing that generates is stress and insecurity. There will always be someone who think that you are doing the wrong thing, and there will always be someone who tries to get you onboard on their mission train. I’ve learnt that I will not get any happier by pushing myself too hard, by comparing myself with others or by trying to achieve things that might be “right on paper”. I get happy when I’m just listening to what I need. Doing what make me happy. Fun stuff you know, life.
There is a million directions you can go in life. A fucking million. I need to walk somewhere where I can look around and get inspired, and where I feel like I can influence the neighborhoods. I’m choosing the pleasant road, the scenic route. The highway is not for me.