Thai-Lifed
Today, I might have found the reason I enjoy being in thailand. There are many reasons, but the one I could like best is the fact that everyday, I don't have make any decision that really holds any weight. Either everyday is the same, low-stress (but not too boring) day, or a day where I have no idea what is going on, but am usually taken to some place I have never been and then entertained.
I am by no means trying to say that I have had a hard life. I understand I have been luckier than 99.5% of the people in the world, being born into the life I was. But that does not negate the fact that I have been making my own life-choices (do I even like using that word?) since I was 16. So its nice to have everything taken care of for me.
My stay in Thailand is over halfway done (even more if I get deported or something else as humorously horrible) and I realize these 4 months of care-free living will end someday. It will probably be a day when I least expect it and will say something cliche.
"Wow, just yesterday I was stepping off a plane in Bangkok. Now I am in the same airport, one year older; one year wiser; stepping onto that same plane." Daniel thought with misty eyes, a fluttering stomach, and a unclear future. "FUCK-HELL BALLS!" he yelled as he hit his head on the plane's overheard compartment.
I am by no means trying to say that I have had a hard life. I understand I have been luckier than 99.5% of the people in the world, being born into the life I was. But that does not negate the fact that I have been making my own life-choices (do I even like using that word?) since I was 16. So its nice to have everything taken care of for me.
My stay in Thailand is over halfway done (even more if I get deported or something else as humorously horrible) and I realize these 4 months of care-free living will end someday. It will probably be a day when I least expect it and will say something cliche.
"Wow, just yesterday I was stepping off a plane in Bangkok. Now I am in the same airport, one year older; one year wiser; stepping onto that same plane." Daniel thought with misty eyes, a fluttering stomach, and a unclear future. "FUCK-HELL BALLS!" he yelled as he hit his head on the plane's overheard compartment.