I'm 21. I'm 21 and looking at the bottleneck of my future. Graduated from college, living out life as a bum right now, and awaiting a summer of living in my parents' house with a scum-paying job. Sounds depressing? On the contrary, sounds normal.

I keep making excuses for myself like, I don't know where I'm going to be in a year, I have to obtain this in order to be something, yada yada yada. All this to justify my uncertainty. But, who is certain about things? Even if I wasn't planning on continuing my education I still wouldn't know what to do. [for purposes of making hypothetical situations simpler, insert previous paragraph here]

As it is though, I have found myself in the past always making plans. Even things that are as simple as dinner tomorrow night - I plan. Well...here is a resolution for me. My last and final plan. [no more plans] I'm PLUM sick of them and they never work out.

The pessimistic attitude of this is not intentional. I do however think that although this may indeed sound pessimistic that some sort of optimism may come out of it. The idea of leaving behind an old self and reinventing a new one is, although quite a cliche, refreshing for me.





Smell the roses, they're beautiful.