Feeling like there's an idea within an idea within an idea of what you are. How many yous you are? and most important, how many yous you will achieve to be. I feel capable of doing so many things, that sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the impossibility of mastering them all. Maybe that's what growing up means after all...letting go. Choosing. Discriminating one YOU over the others...but what about regrets? What about the "what ifs"? Do we have to keep going forward like blinded horses through our path only to turn our heads at the end of the road and seeing all what we missed? And then...there is the futility of it all...Frivolity or cynism are just mere remedies against madness. Think out of the picture..once you're done...there's not much left of you. Therefore, there are only two things worth living for: Having fun, and leaving an imprint...so the most optimistic conclusion I can reach is :"Have fun while leaving the imprint." I warned you, frivolity is my remedy against madness.
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