Sitting in Michael's Lap
I want it all -- I want it now, and God help the poor soul who stands in my way.
(taking deep breath)
I have been short of patience lately. The sum of my life in recent memory can be easily defined by : "Hurry up and wait." I want a career, but first I must wait to finish my degree. I want to travel, but first I must wait till I finish my degree, then find both the time and the funds to do so. I want to find Mr. Right, but with my luck he's somewhere in that distant country that I won't have the time or resources to visit until I'm too old and decrepit to appeal to anyone ...
What is the point of becoming a professional, if by the time you are in a position to enjoy the fruits of your labors, you turn around only to find that they, and you, have shriveled to raisins whilst you toiled?
ARRRGH! I am this close -- this close -- to adopting a policy of "Carpe Diem," selling all my worldly possessions, hopping on a bus headed anywhere that points away from this dump, and casting my Fate to the four winds.
Do I think I would regret it? Probably. But when I am old and grey and comfortably retired, I can't help but wonder if I will look back on these years and say: "I did what I wanted to do," or if I will curse the opressive common sense that let my youth fall to dust before my eyes.
I guess my question is, at what price security?
Just ranting. Anyone else feel this way sometimes? (Come on people, I'm desperate here -- LIE TO ME IF YOU HAVE TO!)
You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.