But unfortunately it does. And its too late to realize it I suppose. So my inner struggle you may think is my regret to have made the choices I have. The funny thing is, I don't regret my choices at all. They were actually some of the best 2 years of my life. I suppose I would have also had a best 2 years if I had not done this but then you always can look at life only from one perspective-the one that you have lived. So what actually is going through my mind is the following:
- Am I too old to be wanting to do things for "myself"
- Will I be too old to be married
- Am I too old to be frivolous? Am I being frivolous?
- Did I throw away my life?
- Your family will always surprise you-there's a reason they are the biggest support (and not just immediate family)
- Other's opinions are just what they are-opinions. Advice is truly valuable-but advice doesn't come with judgement
- Others opinions are shaped by their own happy or frustrated experiences. No matter how hard you try to prevent someone from making the same mistake, I suppose they have to live it out too :-)
- How confident you are of your own choices make them as great or as crappy.
- Most people have something they've always wanted to do-you find the right balance when you're ok with not having everything but parts of it
- The only thing that matters is to be happy.
So for now, its not that other people are telling me I've made bad choices-I'm telling myself that! Which is an unending vacuum of blame, guilt and depression. And since I'm no longer a teenager and this is not some boy problem I figure I will just need to bite the bullet. I have to live with my own choices. You never know, maybe 30 years from now I will read this post and wonder WHY I ever thought these things.. and feel content that at least, I got to do things that not many people my age do. And I did it as MY own choice, with MY own responsibilities and MY own life. And then I will think-You know NOW i am truly TOO old... actually maybe not even then. I'll only be 53!
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