Something strange has happened lately. I’m 21 years old and no longer derive the same joy and satisfaction by going out and getting shitfaced and bringing some girl home.
The latter didn’t happen so much anyway. Whatever.
I work very little right now, but can still make enough to cover my rent and the most menial of expenses. I can’t save anything, but I have a four day weekend. I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful it is having four days to fuck off and do whatever I please. And not be dependent on my parents’ or anybodies opinions of concern regarding my “direction” and what I’m doing.
The fact is, I have the mental energy to devote myself purely to the things that interest and intrigue me. I also have the abundant amount of time to test these interests, see where they lead, contemplate them, tweak them, and be otherwise creative with them. And from THAT indirect route, I’m slowly finding lits bits of success in areas that I hadn’t considered. Only because I hadn’t given myself the opportunity to consider them.
Be free in all the ways you can hope to be free, and your life will become exhilarating, profound, and meaningful.
