I’m tired of people asking me what my plan in life is. Why do I need a plan? Why can’t my plan be to just live? I know what I don’t want from life (a 9 to 5 desk job, boredom, consistency, etc.), but I’m not really 100% sure what I do want from life. I know that I want to travel, and I want to find that person who I can share all of myself with. I want every day to be different. Whenever I try explaining this to people, they just look at me like I’m crazy, like I’ll fail without a set course of action. But really, how can I fail if I have no plan to fuck up?
People sometimes wonder why we’re here at all, if we just die eventually. Well, I don’t know exactly why I’m here, but I’m going to do my best to leave my fingerprints in as many places in this world as I can. I want to find the beauty in things that most people don’t see, and in return I want to try to give this world more beauty.
So, no, I don’t have a plan, but I’m alright with that. Happiness is the only thing that really matters. If I have a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and am surrounded by people who I love, then I think I’ll be ok.