"what's your aim at 25?" was a question that a friend asked me the other day.
I had no answer, sunny. The friend, who asked, was planning on becoming a doctor, so the answer would be an easy one for her. Finish uni and become a practising doctor.
But me... I had no direction. My answer was, without even thinking, "My aim... I don't have an aim. I look at my life from year to year." A year is the longest I'd "plan" or "aim". I realised then that I didn't really have a direction, perhaps due to the course that I'm taking (arts being so broad), my own indecisiveness, or that I love this process of the unexpected. In fact, I didn't feel bad at all.
I don't have an aim, I don't have a plan, and that's completely okay.
Instead of an I don't, I like to put things in I do's too. I do have something to look forward to in the mornings when I wake up, and something to look back at that makes me smile as I fall deep into sleep. They sound good to me, at this moment and at this time, and I like where my life is heading right now. I keep thinking back to the ONE video, and yes, this is the life for me. My life is not measured in years, it never was and it never will be.