Let me just say that I made
a huge mistake following this logic—one of many I’ve made in my life so far
whenever it has been necessary to make a vital decision. Somehow, and at least I have noticed, a
pattern has revealed itself to me dating back to high school where I am unable
to make a wise, common sense decision in any matter regarding my future and
myself. When it comes to the most
important decisions—namely, what am I going to do with my life? What career
path should I choose? When should
I start worrying about marriage and children? It seems all of my schooling and education and endless book
reading have done nothing to contribute to good, solid logic when deciding what
to do with my life. Which
has, over the years of my early 20s up until I was diagnosed with cancer, morphed me into an anxiety-ridden,
introverted, self-loathing, neurotic young woman with no dreams for the
future. It led me to living in
New Brunswick, NJ in a dirty apartment with a mediocre first full-time job that
took me over a year to come by after graduation.
I must say here that, my only real concern these days has changed drastically from those I mentioned above: Will I live long enough for
any of these questions to be of importance?
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