25 Jun 2015

EIGHTEEN IS NO AGE FOR LIFE TO TURN MUNDANE.

I was just reading my previous posts, and it just seems as if an entirely different person wrote them. Someone braver, someone who wasn't afraid of making mistakes, who knew her mind but at the same always kept finding out something new about herself. Someone who accepted change.

I've realised that I've somehow gotten stuck in a rut. In the past two months I don't remember anything particular changing about me, other than my hair colour for a few days.
Which makes me wonder: What am I doing with my life?
I literally wasted my eighteenth birthday, something that's supposed to be memorable. And not just because you can finally drink here, but because eighteen years ago on this very day, something special happened. Something that resulted in me being here, at this very moment, doing what I am doing right now. 
What did I do, you ask. Let me tell you. NOTHING.

I feel as if I should be doing something with my life, as if I should be doing everything that my younger self thought I'd be doing at eighteen. I mean we get only one chance at this life. If we're too scared to even take that one chance, then what are we really left with? 

You know what, that will be my new resolution. I want to do everything, that I at some point in my life dreamed of doing at eighteen. After all this life is too short for it to be treated as something mundane.

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