I sometimes sit there and think, what happens if one day I have an accident that means I forget all the stuff I knew. What happens if I am working towards getting good grades and then one day, they do not even mean anything? I have invested so much time into doing well academically. What about investing time to live life? To experience? To love? To have fun?
And then I argue that I do have fun. I have fun in my tame ways. I have fun talking to my friends. I have fun taking my little sister out. I have fun drawing. Fun need not necessarily mean getting out there and having adventure.
However, having fun does not necessarily mean getting outside of my comfort zone. Then I think, but to be fair, I get myself out of my comfort zone a lot. I am in Warwick after all. I did go to NCS. I canoed and climbed a wall. However, to be harsh, I refuse to go into a pub yet claim that I don't like the atmosphere. Same with partying. I don't travel because I am worried about getting kidnapped. There are so many ways in which I limit myself.
This was what was going on in my head on Sunday morning. A friend had invited me to go to Birmingham with her and it was like, do I get work done or do I have fun?
Guess what I chose?
I went Birmingham. :) I actually went. It was like any other city (such as London) but I had fun.

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