scared
My life is at a crossroads. It's time for the real world, the real life. No more planning, no more "later...", no more "I'll do this and that". I have to do it and I have to do it now. No more time for hopes and dreams. It's cutting time. I have to do what I planned to do for some 12 years and I already know that most -if not all- of my dreams and plans are impossible to achieve. That's why they're called dreams. Because they're never reality.
It's a good thing I already know this I suppose, but the prospect of living the real life. With a job, and money and even a place of my own is scaring the living daylights out of me. It's something that appeared to be forever in the future. Something to strive for but never to be achieved, so that you can keep dreaming about it. Once you've got to forsake dreaming in favour of doing, there's only one outcome, a certain amount of disillusionment. Which undoubtedly I'll get over.
But still... I'm scared. I am.
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My life is at a crossroads. It's time for the real world, the real life. No more planning, no more "later...", no more "I'll do this and that". I have to do it and I have to do it now. No more time for hopes and dreams. It's cutting time. I have to do what I planned to do for some 12 years and I already know that most -if not all- of my dreams and plans are impossible to achieve. That's why they're called dreams. Because they're never reality.
It's a good thing I already know this I suppose, but the prospect of living the real life. With a job, and money and even a place of my own is scaring the living daylights out of me. It's something that appeared to be forever in the future. Something to strive for but never to be achieved, so that you can keep dreaming about it. Once you've got to forsake dreaming in favour of doing, there's only one outcome, a certain amount of disillusionment. Which undoubtedly I'll get over.
But still... I'm scared. I am.
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