Thinking About a Lot of Things a Lot, Wanting to Do a Lot. Lots.

Two thousand eight na.

I’m 23. Still young. But confused. Well, somehow. Not really.

At times I feel as if I’m getting older but without a clear direction or even vision to where I’m going. Still, sometimes I get the feeling that really, I am so young, and that thought comforts me. What makes me think about a lot of things a lot is that I want to do a lot. Lots.

It’s not that I want to really do those lots of things to the point of making a career out of each of them. It’s just that I don’t know what to do with those lots of things and how to do those lots of things. It may not be obvious, but I can be impatient.

Nothing to worry about. Oh, well.

My problem is that with those lots of things I want to do is that I really do not know what to make as a career. I’m not good with research. I prefer to make my advocacy a personal undertaking separate from my work where I earn. I hate corporate jobs, bu I may still take a chance on it. So, what?

Now, I’m learning how to use and take good pictures with a film SLR. Nice. Although expensive.

Live on.

Live each day superbly! Yeah.