Does anyone else ever feel like your life is living you - that you’re not so much in charge of any course your life takes?
I think most of my contempt for being young comes from all the anxiety of not knowing where the fuck I’m going - and hating it.
I just have this fear that i’m going to be 50 something, looking back on my life and realize that I didn’t do anything that made me spectacularly happy - a fate that I think far too many people settle for, and one that I, for one, am not content with. the weird thing is…when I tell this to most older people they give me that look like “honey take a number… you think anyone is truly happy?” It’s just sad…
I watch this show called “No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain” on the Travel Channel. This guy gets paid to travel the world, meet new and interesting people, try new cuisine and cultures… and that is his JOB. What a fabulous life… and why can’t that be me? What was that desicion he made that launched him on a different path than the rest of us sitting behind a desk everyday?
I suppose it’s just growing pains… I’m ready to be established in life, and in a lot of respects I am. Much more than most other 24 year olds that I know. I mean I have a house, a family, a nice car, a 401k, investments, a decent (yet, admittedly dead end) job…why is it not enough? Why do I feel selfish for expecting genuine happiness to be a big part of that equation in there somewhere?
I know this post may be quite a bit out of left field…but can any of you sympathize with what I’m lamenting about?
I feel like I’m expecting too much out of life…

