Thursday 19 February 2009
Sunday 15 February 2009
The missing... something
There are days I don’t see my life as something happening in the for the present... it just looks like a series of well known steps that wore bound to happen and that just have to happen, so I can live my life in the future.I hate that feeling, it looks like I’m not being responsible for my actions, like I’m not the one in charge of my life.
I’d like to travel the world, see new cultures, meet different people, but just last week I turned down a job, because accepting it meant I would be going to Angola and that would remove me from my comfort zone. I wish I had the courage to just pack a bag and go somewhere different, go alone and just connect with different people, learn a different language... do something I could be proud of.
The last year and a half of my life I got my first job... but that’s it. Ok, with the wage I started earning I went to more places, travelled more, saw more shows... but I still feel that something is missing... I guess spending Saturday nights home writing about how unaccomplished I fell doesn’t help!
I’d like to travel the world, see new cultures, meet different people, but just last week I turned down a job, because accepting it meant I would be going to Angola and that would remove me from my comfort zone. I wish I had the courage to just pack a bag and go somewhere different, go alone and just connect with different people, learn a different language... do something I could be proud of.
The last year and a half of my life I got my first job... but that’s it. Ok, with the wage I started earning I went to more places, travelled more, saw more shows... but I still feel that something is missing... I guess spending Saturday nights home writing about how unaccomplished I fell doesn’t help!
Wednesday 4 February 2009
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