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a couple of days ago, i changed my plans for my future, & everything made perfect sense - then. yesterday, my lecturer advised me against my plan, & it also made perfect sense. i'm deliberating about my future & that's not normal. i'm a planner, & when i do plan, i stick to it. going back and forth between decisions should be confined to shoes, handbags and clothes. breathe...
well, someone once said, "the thing about planning, is that it doesn't take the future into account."
i knew i was afraid and unsure, but i didn't know why, until sometime this afternoon. mum said, "60s is the new 50s". only then did i realise that i was afraid of aging. i'm so bent on saving time and making the most of my 20s, that it makes me highly strung and ultra annoying. planning is my safety net. it wards away my insecurity of age, it gives me the assurance that i'll have enough youth to do the things i hope to do in this lifetime.
well, someone once said, "the thing about planning, is that it doesn't take the future into account."
i knew i was afraid and unsure, but i didn't know why, until sometime this afternoon. mum said, "60s is the new 50s". only then did i realise that i was afraid of aging. i'm so bent on saving time and making the most of my 20s, that it makes me highly strung and ultra annoying. planning is my safety net. it wards away my insecurity of age, it gives me the assurance that i'll have enough youth to do the things i hope to do in this lifetime.