It seems like every year I get hit with a new question. A new life choice I want to explore or an idea I want to continue. Right now I don’t know what I want.
I believed at some point I wanted a house. With housing prices, I don’t think it’s viable. At one point I wanted to settle down. Now, I don’t know if I’ll end up ever having a permanent home. I get bored too quickly. I think this is the best way to live life. No worry of the past and no goal of the future. I think you should have goals and I have many. Yet, I’m ok knowing things may be just because that’s what was meant. I don’t know where or what I’ll end up doing and that’s ok.
A family friend passed the other day. He was 60 which is young. It made me think about the shortness of life. How in an instant you can get a phone call that someone you’ve known your whole life is gone. I hope when I finally fade away people know I did everything I could to live the life I wanted to live. Whatever that may be.
Housed and Fed 