My thoughts after a conversation with a high-school friend

The greatest enemy I’m facing right now is the figment of my imagination that there is not much time left and that I should do things all at once. I don’t know where I acquired this illusion, but it’s inside me ever since I began struggling to drive away adulthood. I’m besieged and at the same time trying to relieve myself from the reality that I should acknowledge the fact that this is how life goes; we age and we accept responsibilities. Who knows when the right time is? I know that I should never give in except to convictions of nobility and good sense. I must by no means yield to the apparently overwhelming might of my greatest enemy, the figment of my imagination.

I want to see myself being asked one day how I manage to do it all, and I want to be able to answer that I did everything in good time. I hate how some people judge a person. They create negative thoughts based upon other people’s ways of living their lives. If only I can gather them all and speak of how great decisions are not done by whim but by a string of small things brought together.

I’m given only one life, and the decision is mine whether to wait for the “state of affairs” to make up my mind or whether to take steps. Most people live meaningless years either because they never had the chance to decide or never took the chance to write their vision down and then follow through on it.

I know that I should sweep the streets well enough that the entire God’s of Mount Olympus and innkeepers of the earth will pause to say, “Here lived a great sweeper who did her job well.” I’d like to be remembered that way when I finally reach my limits in this sublunary world.

Lastly, I’ve come to realize that the person who tells you: “never say this to anyone,” has practically told everyone you know. So watch out for these people.