Ever had the feeling that you were destined for greatness? That your life was planned out for you, every intricate detail meticulously sculpted right down to the bad hair cuts, the stupid things you’ve said, the bad decisions you’ve made - even the ones you still defend vehemently. With all this plotting and scheming culminating in single a moment in time and space when the world will bask in your awesomeness as you conquer all that comes before you leaving nothing but an euphoric wave of peace, love and all things shinny in your wake…
If this ‘life sculpting’ (aka destiny) were real, my sculptor lost motivation a long long time ago. Honestly, whoever was sculpting this life must have been aiming for some kind of kindergarten macaroni masterpiece destined to hang on the fridge just long enough for them to feel proud of themselves before they forget about its existence and the abomination is discreetly destroyed. I’m relatively sure it’s through my own mismanagement of life that I find myself moving back to my home town of Curlwaa NSW, back into my parents house(Cheers guys), and going back to the school I went to as an awkward teen.
However things are looking up. In 123 days my voyage to Hanoi begins, and I’m pretty bloody excited, even at this early stage. So what will I be doing for the next 123 days? Having pretty much reduced destiny to an unmotivated, retarded kindergarten student with low self esteem, I’ll be contemplating that moment in time and space when she walked into that hostel in Budapest and pondering if that retarded kindy kid had anything to with it, or if my own mismanagement somehow paid off.
My money is on the retard, we just need to establish who that is.
-Mihai
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