Is it stress?
Or have i grown up for real?
These few days i felt a sudden crave of having a home of my home, literally i meant.
I can't help but begin to fantasize how i would deco the home of my own, enjoy the peace.
I have feel the need of being independent, surviving on my own ability, and pushing myself to the limit.
It all seems very exhilarating to me, the notion of growing up and all.
At these stage its very ambiguous for me, i feel neither young nor grown up at times.
Sweet seventeen sounds interesting, but this is a phase that i feel must be the most difficult for me.
Entering adulthood is just a thin line away, and it means greater burden.
Can i really take on the challenge?
Sometimes they said that we should all stop looking too far ahead in front, it'll only scare us.
Its better to take each step at a time and living at the present well.
I'm living all the three, past, present and future, all these while.
Couldn't seem to break out of it.
But now i've thought it through.
I dont agree in not looking far ahead, but that we should at least get a glimpse of it, let it set as our propeller, for living in the present moment.
So now the thought of adulthood is entirely too enticing,
i am going to fight for it.
And now i got to put in hard work.
Not in control?
Never gonna let it happen...
Labels: My Life Philosophies