On growing up and not having a clue
When I was in teen age, I used to think that when I'm in my 20's I would have figured out my life. I thought I would have the answers for everything. I thought I would have found whatever it was I was looking for. I thought I would be really mature. I thought I would have been able to handle all my problems. All alone. I thought I would have been settled. I thought I would have nothing to worry about. I was wrong.
When I was a freshman in college, I thought I would have it all sorted out when I'm 23. Of course, I was wrong. Again. I'm 24 now. The worry doesn't stop. The questions of 'What I should do?' or 'What the hell am I doing?' still pop up occasionally. And there are many many times I question my self again. I still make mistakes. I still make bad decisions, sometimes.
I think the older we get, the more responsibility we have. And therefore, new questions come up - waiting for us to figure it out. Because life is a constant journey. We're on the road and we'll only stop when we die. I'm pretty sure when I'm 30 I'll have some new questions I can't answer.
The other day, I was really freaked out about something. I didn't know what to do.
So I did the most possible mature thing you can do when you're 24. I called my mom.