Thursday, December 24, 2009
Future Is Now
The other day, the topic of "growing up" & "life" came up with my mom & I. I told her I'm scared. Just scared of growing up & taking on major responsibilities. Like bills & shit. Taxes. All that stuff. I don't understand it & I don't know how to begin to learn all of that. I don't want to deal with all of that. My mom told me that the world is runned by money. I believe in that. Nowdays, Everything is money. You can't do anything without money. I just want enough money to get by just fine & live easy. Money can get you by, but can also corrupt you. That's just one of the fears I have about getting older. I just turned 20, & my outlook on life & how I live is totally different from others out there. I have classmates that are full-blown parents & have a house, kids, are in the army, etc. That's nuts, man. But if that's what they want & they're doing fine, that's great for them. I sometimes find that amazing. It makes me feel like I'm stuck in this "don't want/need to grow up" stage. But I know I'm growing up. My mind has matured since high school & time is flying. It's just nuts thinking about being an adult.
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hey man, i find myself wondering the same exact things. on a daily basis if anything. not in a bad or good way though. just out of curiosity. but dude, we've pretty much got our whole lives for it to unravel as it should. everyone lives their own life and we're all unique in our own special ways. as long as we're happy... that's all that should matter. in a way dude, i 'm kinda actually looking foward to "growing up". before it was scary but now it doesn't seem all that bad. i read this somewhere but when we're laying in our death beds dude... we're not gonna be thinking about our money or our car or our big screen tv and materialistic possessions. we'll be thinking about our lives and all the people we've met and places we've been and things we've experienced and how much it all means to us. we're meant to grow UP.
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