Being 25. Acting 29. Feeling 22.
Goodness me!
My blog's right panel says I'm twenty FOUR (!) when I'm already twenty FIVE(!!) for more than 3 months now.
And the worst part is, I couldn't be bothered to rectify the error. You see, I really am not able to pin point an exact age right now.
The point of a vacation was to really mend a broken spirit. It really does seem like you need more than hard-earned money and 3 weeks.
Not all is a lost cause. I do feel as if I've made peace with most of the issues that burden thoughts and create sleepless nights, I still have not resolved the issue of career paths and an affirmative answer for the current employment situation.
If only someone understood how annoying and irritating this is, not knowing specifically what aspect of this "career path" I am supposed to be worried about, so I can plan my way around that, or else, it would just be like being worried about nothing although worry is still there.
And this, is what I will call "career path" existentialism (please feel a scorch of sarcasm at each use of inverted commas).
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