The older I become, the more immune I am to my feelings. I have reached a whole new level, where I am able to deny what I feel. The once familiar thumps and affectations are no longer there, replaced by a placidity and a cool knowledge of what the real world really is like. No more majestic ideals of a life I once dreamt of.
No more pipe dreams about marrying the woman of my dreams and having kids and just living well. Just knowing that I have to find the best way to live my life, and that I have to decide now how my life is going to turn out. I am no longer a kid, and it's about time I stopped indulging in the toys of my teenagehood. I have to be sure of what I want and just go for it.
Yet, is what we want what we really need?
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