At this point I can’t even keep up with time anymore. It’s moving too fast. Day in day out, it feels like I have no time for myself! I think I a job with a really flexible time schedule would be great, or something which is has 4-day work week (I wish). In addition to living outside of the city, traffic is an extreme bitch.
I’m 22 and I still have no definite life plan. I need to find something which can take me away from fear of the everyday demons that try to attack. I feel like I’m not meant to be in a mundane job but imagining a mobile job seems like it’s stressful. It seems like life is harder when you have a lot of choices in life. Lack of choices would suck too, so where do we go from here?
I’m totally rambling my thoughts. By the end of this year I’m going to make it a point to figure out what I really want in life and why it’s so damn important for me and everyone around me to be figuring out what I wanna do. I just want to be idle but we know nothing good comes out of that.
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Hmmm when i was 22, i was stuck in a “corporate prison” and braved it until i finally landed my “dream job.” Now, I go to our office 4 days/week, or i can choose to work from home for months on end…you’ll land yours eventually, u just need to want it and wait patiently 🙂
Yes, I know exactly what you mean. We’re probably in the same boat. I feel like time is going by way too fast, and because of that, I feel rushed figuring out what I want to do with my life. Grrr.
Ahhh i know what that feels like. I’m 19 at the moment and graduate in 2012. So between now and then i’m trying to squeeze in as much travel as possible so I can figure out where i might want to live/do once i’m free of university. I’m pretty sure living in a suitcase is for me.
I went to work right after I graduated. The 9-5 environment was stifling and stressful. Finally after 7 months, I decided to take a big leap and attempt to work from home.
That’s what I’m doing now. It’s a lot more fun… but honestly until now, I still have no idea what I really want to do. But I am content at the moment.
Oh, my brother went to Jakarta last month and he said that upon arriving, he was so scared to cross the street. I don’t think he ever attempted to cross the street once during his two week stay there. 😛