20s
a few weeks ago i finished "fear of flying" by erica jong. it was kind of embarrassing reading it it in public because the cover makes it look like a trashy romance book (there's a huge abstract zipper being unzipped on the front) and then it has that cheesy title.
but the afterword pretty much sums up how i feel about everything:
"the twenties are as frenetic a decade as the teens. you have a voice inside your head repeating i want, i want, i want, but you don't know what you want or how to get it. you hardly know who you are. you go on instinct. and your instinct mostly pushes you towards adventures you won't grasp until you look back on them. life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward, some sage once said."
BLEH.
anyway. i'm confused as hell about my 2008 goals. by autumn i will have hopefully changed some major aspects of my daily life but i'm not sure if it will be positive or worth giving up what i have now.
but the afterword pretty much sums up how i feel about everything:
"the twenties are as frenetic a decade as the teens. you have a voice inside your head repeating i want, i want, i want, but you don't know what you want or how to get it. you hardly know who you are. you go on instinct. and your instinct mostly pushes you towards adventures you won't grasp until you look back on them. life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward, some sage once said."
BLEH.
anyway. i'm confused as hell about my 2008 goals. by autumn i will have hopefully changed some major aspects of my daily life but i'm not sure if it will be positive or worth giving up what i have now.