mylifemyway

When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.

When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how ‘bout this: who the hell knows?!

This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy ‘cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.

So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.

Since The Dawn of recorded history, something like 110 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not a single one old them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 Million od them die every year. 60 MILLION PEOPLE!! That comes out to about 160,000 PER day. I read this Quote one when i was a kid, “WE LIVE ALONE, WE DIE ALONE. EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST AN ILLUSION. ” It used to keep me up at night. WE ALL DIE ALONE. So, why am i supposed to spend my life WORKING, SWEATING, STRUGGLING?…FOR AN ILLUSION? Because no amount of friends, no boy, no assigments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time. Wasting time with my tumblr.