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Saturday, June 5, 2010

Even The Song Lyrics Don't Fit


Good morning. :)

It's 7 am, and I'm thinking about the future. My future. Sometimes, it scares me.

I have regrets and fears inside me. They are buried so deep that even songs can't describe them for me to explain or help you vizualize them. My dreams, my goals, my life in ten years.... What would it be like?

I'm not really sure what I want now. I think the problem is I want to be too many (people) at a time. I want to be a pastry chef and a bartender. At the same time, I want to have my own restaurant or hotel...But I don't want to start at the lowest point. See? I want to take the stairs two steps at a time, and I don't think that would get me somewhere, cause I'm not sure what I want to do with my life.

I think I'm just being pressured, being senior and all. I really hope I pass all my subjects this year. I don't know...I feel like I can't endure them. I just want to get this all over with, once and for all, cause people are counting on me.

Sometimes it feels good to slack off cause I need a break too, but it's just so easy to throw away everything when it's ONLY my future that's at stake. Now, thinking of my family's future prevents me from falling to the sides. They put their whole trust on me. I might as well be grateful and give them what they deserve.

I hope all my dreams come true, but I think I have so little time to even prepare myself for the onslaught on the way. Finding a job is hard enough. Finding a good paying job is an endless hunt. I'll strive to be the best, not for myself, but for the sake of all the people tapping my back in pride.

Hello future, ready for me?

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