Just when I thought I was the only one…

I want my life to be an adventure, going from town to town, from country to country. I want my kids to grow up dressed in winter coats and talking with a distinct foreign accent. I want to enjoy waking up in the morning and looking forward to a fruitful day. I want a life where I won’t dread morning traffic, office politics and paralyzing bouts of self-doubt. I want to be a valiant hero who saves the world, rids it of poverty and corruption, changes lives and makes a difference. Most of all, like all other heroes, I want to be recognized for my good deeds.

Read an from a newspaper  today entitled “Yes or No?” (read it here: http://services.inquirer.net/print/print.php?article_id=20110115-314515) and I found it very interesting especially this part. Yes, I still want my life to be an adventure. I want all of those things. 

A year ago, I was exactly at the same place. I don’t know what to do; I don’t know where to go.  Those were just some few questions running through my head at the time. But as the guy says in his article, “The only thing worse than not knowing where you are going is not knowing what you are looking for.” But why does it feels like I’m still in the exact same place even though I’ve been busy doing something for the past couple of months. Why does it feel like I still haven’t found what I’m looking for? Is life after 20 this hard? Ahhh. God I knows I really wanna do something with my life. It’s just that I don’t know where to start. And the more I think about if I’m in the right direction or not, the more I get scared. 

Yes, yes, the clock’s ticking.