I’ve been on a constant high these past few days. Enjoying life, living my life without any regrets. I honestly enjoyed every second of it until the devil on my shoulder took over me. Everything worked out as planned and even if it didn’t exactly work out as I imagined to, the outcome was always as I expected it to be. It’s just the way to reach my goal was a different one than I thought it would be. Which in fact is not a bad thing.
However there was one event that made the rollercoaster drop immensely. I’ve decided to break free from my old habits and try out something new. I want to finally chase my dreams and travel. This is what I am going to do. It is fucking scary stepping into the unknown not knowing what comes next, but at the same time it is exciting as heck. I live for adventures. I truly do. Uncertainty attracts my attention despite it being a bit scary. I was not placed on earth to make the same mistakes over and over again. Neither was I put here to live a life others want me to. I am here to follow my goals and learn as much as possible.
I may have fucked up these past few days, drowning in my own misery but I don’t regret it per se. As a perfectionist, sure, I want to have control over every bit of my life but where is the fun in having everything planned out? I need to have a bit of room to be surprised by unexpected events. I’m not saying to stop planning out your life or having a vision, dreams and goals. No. You sure need something to work towards for but you have to make some room for surprises.