Carefree

The word Carefree has never meant as much as it has come to mean over these last few months. Suddenly I feel grown up. Suddenly I realise what they were talking about when they said university and college days are the golden times of your life. Back then, I refuted their theory and thought that struggle was the worst ever. Little did I realise that struggle culminates in this. A stressful job. The word stressful, again has new meaning! A sense of responsibility. As if the worries of the entire planet are placed on your weak shoulders. I thought I always enjoyed being responsible and managing my own affairs. Suddenly paying bills and arranging repair works does not sound like fun. I love my independence and all that. But the baggage that comes with it, I'm not sure I want that so badly. I'd enjoy being taken care of again. I'd enjoy people telling me what to do, rather than expect me to know everything and put things into place all by myself. Most of all, I'd enjoy someone from the real world I could share my endless rambling with.