life goes on

I crave the freedom I had in the US. The open-ness. I can be whoever I wanna be and no one will care or look at me any differently. I feel so constrained here. Probably because over here, the expectations people have of me are well set out and I have to meet them. In the US, I make my own expectations. I don't have to answer to anyone except myself. And of course, there's so much more to do over there. The Americans always manage to find something to amuse themselves with haha.

The past 5 months feel like a dream. And like waking up from a dream, I can barely remember most of what happened, just that it was great and I never want it to end. Sigh reality sucks. My time there has also got me thinking about some things. Like the purpose of life, and the pointlessness of having to live life according to what society thinks is the road to being successful. What is being successful anyway?

Then again, there's the matter of placing too much thought into everything. Not that one shouldn't think or ponder, but too much of it becomes stifling I think. Your worldview becomes a warped perception of the truth, when it's something that should be taken at face value in the first place.

Ah, I think I'm becoming too bored at home.

And I finally found that life goes on without you
And my world still turns when you're not around