Life...

For all of my dedicated fans who have been staring at their computer screens for the past three weeks, hitting the refresh button over and over again, I have broken the silence! Actually, that would be kind of creepy... Anyway, I just had a thought re-emerge and decided to take a break from studying to put it to words.

It seems that most people want nothing more in life than to fall in love, start a career, buy a house, raise children, and grow old. I admit that a lot of these things are appealing to me and I expect to do all of them at some point (except grow old. I decided long ago to never get fat, go bald, or grow old), but for me the world is far too vast. There are too many things to learn, too many things to do, and too many places to see.

Right now I am constrained by work and school to stay where I am, but I'm still traveling and expanding myself through other means. When I somehow find myself with a few minutes of spare time, I like to pick up one of my instruments and play or write a song and develop my musical abilities. At school I am studying things that increase my opportunities in life, both professionally and recreationally. This summer when I actually have some time, I plan to see a bit of the world (Mexico or NYC, anyone?), perhaps buy a motorcycle and go on a few road trips, and I'm still planning on the sky diving that I somehow missed last summer.

After I graduate I would like to see more of the world. I'm considering some of the classics (like a huge road trip or backpacking through Europe), but I would also love to live in some more tropical places and maybe in Europe for awhile. England might be a good option since it wouldn't be too foreign to be called home and yet has easy access to many other countries and cultures...

At any rate, I can't see myself just settling down very easily. I have too much thirst for adventure and too much desire to try new things. While I don't have any phobias or intense fears, if I had to list my 3 biggest fears (while quite small) I might say something along the lines of getting hit in the eye with something, being 30+ and single (no offense anyone), and ending up with a stagnant life. Anyway, life is meant for living.

Am I missing something here? Am I not giving the traditional life enough credit? Or maybe it's to each his (or her) own?