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It’s 2006 and I’m getting old. No, I don’t have a complex about being 23- I'm simply addressing being the opposite of young. We all set intangible goals for ourselves that fall between cracks and crevices of remembering, only to be tripped upon years later on a day when we aren’t on top of our game and our laces keep untying. So when I say old, I mean I am more acutely aware that I trip over those things more often (perhaps I’m getting too stiff to bend down and tie my shoe all the time, may want to consider the Velcro type). To combat the chronic stubbing of big toe, I have decided to start developing more calculated goals. Not calculated as in devious, moreso as in thought out. I am interested in perfecting the balance between my continuous need for dreaming and imagination with the encroaching persistence of reality, reason, and responsibility.
On the other hand, I must keep remembering how YOUNG I still am. I am always trying to do EVERYTHING I want, and before 25, so that I won’t have to wait so long. But when does the planning life in two year increments stop? What will I do if I ever have a family? That limits the selfish freedom to renew itself every couple of years. The task is to learn how to become excited and inspired by longer term planning. Why is it so difficult to answer the question “Write back 135 of your autobiography.” Or “Where do you see yourself in the next ten years?” WHAT, YOU MEAN 2016? I always thought the world would have ended by then…