The 2 weeks of holidays left

Tomorrow marks the start of my last year of teen-hood. And this means after my nineteenth year of life, I'll no longer be able to say I'm (number)-teen. *sighs*

Is this a good thing, or a bad thing? I wonder. looking back on my past 18 years of life, I see a the periods of Ups and Downs. The Glory balanced with my Shame. The Depression and Melancholy standing out from the Happiness and Elation. Is there a motive in life? Is there something or somewhere that people head towards when they live, apart from education and a job?

Living life in a certain way is a choice that people constantly ask themselves. Should I go for this, or should I stick to that? Black shirt, or white T-shirt?

We are constantly thinking, that the time we stop is the time we leave the world. Sounds morbid, but that's a fact of life. 18 full years of thinking means 18 less for me to do. I hope that my coming years would be how i was a few years ago - Cheerful, happy-go-lucky and carefree. That's all I ask for.

A good job, good grades and other stuff is for me to strive for, not think about.