I constantly have to remind myself that I am the adult now.
Sometimes, I still feel like being in the in-between—the chaos between a surf and the shore—tossed and turned into places familiar and unknown.
While the routine keeps me sane, not pushing the boundaries makes everyday too predictable and boring, safe but hollow.
The more I think about old age, the more I realize that selflessness motivates us to wake up daily. Living in selflessness is acknowledging that we don’t just live for ourselves but play a role—a link in the chain of our past and future.
What a selfish way to live indeed if we only think we are living for ourselves.
jessa 