There comes a time in life when you know you have to make a choice. And if making decisions has never been your thing, you're in trouble. I feel the end of one of the greatest journeys of my life is to be over soon. 16 Years of studying and it all comes to one big paperwork. But at the end, I can't really help thinking what comes next.
Careless days will soon become a dream, free time will turn to be a precious resource, unlike today and I believe I will find many of the things that amuse me nowadays somehow blunt. As one of my favourite comedians - George Carlin - said once wisely :
I'm not concerned about all hell breaking loose, but that a part of hell will break loose... it'll be much harder to detect. But unless you're in my head you wouldn't really get the connection. Never mind. It will be over soon.
So what happens at the end?
Should I stay more and live the moment to the fullest or rush into my inpatient future?
Should I be happy it is over or happy that I am before the beginning of a whole new adventure?
Time will show. And maybe someday I will laugh at my crosswords, but they mean a lot to me today. Yesterday. Tomorrow.
